I spent most of the day today doing one of my least favorite projects: cleaning out (but not cleaning) /re-organizing/moving around stuff in/taking crap out, almost falling off of a ladder while inside:
The closet. The gays are right. It's a horrible place to be. It's confining, it's messy, it's aggravating. I hate my closets. You've got to live life like the cover of a Pottery Barn catalogue--sparse--or you're looking at a shithole all the time. But New York City closets are tiny, and I have a lot of hobbies: it's a recipe for disaster. Please, I did not even attempt to clean the them. Dust that I could not pick up in my hands will live on in there for years to come. So be it. I'm wrecked.
See, we're not talking new, spacious, Paris Hilton, California Closet type closets the size of a 3-car garage. These are pre-war closets with unforgiving heights and shallow shelving and narrow places that make impossible for a midget (who gives only a 1/4 of the shit she should to her fashion) be able to fit her (by NYC standards meager and totally cheap) wardrobe, shoes and accessories. Especially if she happens to be an historian, photographer, videographer, music listener, water color/oil painter, seamstress, camper, Halloween costume/wig wearer and serious sentimental fuck who can't throw shit out sometimes. All these interests need more room. The person in this place must have lived all Pa Ingalls style: One outfit of work clothes, one Sunday Best, a ratty old coat that smells like b.o., a pair of boots and a walkin' stick. Not me. I've got a lot of baggage.
Which is why eBay may come to a little rescue. My Feng Shui Master has helped me understand that if I'm not sentimentally attached to something, getting rid of it is easier. And even if I am, getting rid of that thing can be cathartic. Of course, eBay is awesome only if someone bids on my stuff already. And hey, I've hung onto it for years, it's not any old stuff, it's quality stuff. I'd never list junk; because I've got class and only trashy people sell trash. I'm like my mother like that. She'll never have a yard sale. "Sit in the lawn hocking all the crappy crap you don't want in your house anymore? Please." But at any rate, shit got accomplished today, and that is good. Doodle and I are each drinking a Miller Light. I'm celebrating a hard day's work, and she's celebrating the Buffalo Bills win yesterday. And the fact that she found some good places to hide during the intermittent run of the vacuum cleaner. Yes, folks, it's Miller Time.
3 comments:
I set up my account to sell on Ebay today. But in all honesty, I'm too scared to do it. I'm too lazy to read all the fine print and I don't know what all is involved with selling. Sounds fun though - making money off of the old shit collecting dust in your house.
if i can do it, you can. my suggestion: become an expert on being an eBay buyer first. you'll get so good at eBay, you'll be hooked, and you'll be forced to pay for your addiction by selling crap you've bought. you can get good things on eBay. just beware the buyer bidding war. it's ugly.it'll happen to you. and it has nothing to do with how much you want the item and everything to do with winning. you won't recognize yourself. and you'll pay for your greed. big time. but it's he only way you learn.
and it's exactly what i'm hoping for with the crap i'm selling. bring on the newbies!
I have tried and tried to become a true 9 things a day purger, but I feel I have failed. I do throw things out and judging from the amount I have tossed, I should be living in some barren apt with lots of room for new crap, but it's not the case. I'm still clutters and all over the place. I need a feng shui boost.
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