Nesting Dolls
Jun. 26th, 2010 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
parasitegirlRight now the process of packing and organizing is like I've been given the world's shittiest nesting doll; I remove clutter and crap only to find there is more clutter and crap contained beyond what I saw.
I've been making trips to Ikea for clear containers for my stash. I figure now that I have more closets, I can use clear containers to keep track of what I have in process and in supplies. In order to take the containers I previously had stuff in (and on and flowing out off) and transfer the stuff to new container there is the part of the process where everything seemingly explodes and expands to fill rooms. Packing and getting rid of stuff in my bedroom has created similar chaos.
Yesterday afternoon Mr. S, my police officer, called for an update. I told him I'm fine and that I am moving...but, shit, I could call him back and scream "OMG, Mobsters tossed the joint!" and if he scurried over he'd find a mess that looks like craft mobsters had unraveled the place.
And I haven't even touched the yarn stash.
Bedroom go boom.
I want to redo the craft table surface...but I don't know if I'll even be able to get to SEEING the surface of the table before I move.
I haven't practiced dance in a week and a half...no room, no energy.
A small mini-folding table with fake-wood finish that I covered.
But through this my ghetto garden of herbs and foods grows..I need to find someone or someway to keep it watered when I am gone 10 days in September.
I've been making trips to Ikea for clear containers for my stash. I figure now that I have more closets, I can use clear containers to keep track of what I have in process and in supplies. In order to take the containers I previously had stuff in (and on and flowing out off) and transfer the stuff to new container there is the part of the process where everything seemingly explodes and expands to fill rooms. Packing and getting rid of stuff in my bedroom has created similar chaos.
Yesterday afternoon Mr. S, my police officer, called for an update. I told him I'm fine and that I am moving...but, shit, I could call him back and scream "OMG, Mobsters tossed the joint!" and if he scurried over he'd find a mess that looks like craft mobsters had unraveled the place.
And I haven't even touched the yarn stash.
Bedroom go boom.
I want to redo the craft table surface...but I don't know if I'll even be able to get to SEEING the surface of the table before I move.
I haven't practiced dance in a week and a half...no room, no energy.
A small mini-folding table with fake-wood finish that I covered.
But through this my ghetto garden of herbs and foods grows..I need to find someone or someway to keep it watered when I am gone 10 days in September.
