Timelies all!
Just woke up about an hour ago. Now I have Nova on my lap, being pushy.(In other words, normal)
'Out Of Gas'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
Just woke up about an hour ago. Now I have Nova on my lap, being pushy.(In other words, normal)
apparently my cuz is handing the athletes the J'can flag at the end of their sprints.
I'm only two degrees from Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce! She and Gabby Douglas have been my favorite Olympians.
Dear Suz
You take your thyroid meds in the morning because they do not work well with sleep. Taking them last night by accident? Is why you stared at the ceiling all night. You know better.
No love,
Me
I do not have hardly any tchotchkes. I do have a big box from Ikea that I toss ticket stubs and brochures and name tags and stuff into. Every once in a while I go through it and get rid of things that no longer make me go "aww" and put a smile on my face (or alternately make me cry)
picture frames or candles or boxes
Most of my crap is that stuff. I never burn candles! Nothing is in the boxes! But I am keeping all of them, because I love them.
Most of my tchotchkes are worth something on eBay. I could sell the lot for a couple hundred dollars.
Most of my tchotchkes are worth something on eBay.
Most of my stuff like that is Supernatural stuff. I'm sure everyone is shocked.
At least all the books are on shelves, finally. The nonfiction needs to be organized, but that can come later.
I love my tchotchkes. They all have stories and memories attached, though, or else they were given to me by someone I love. I got rid of all the candles when I moved, because cats, and I'm allergic to regular paraffin candles anyway. Now I have the LED candles that flicker and I like those a lot. Boxes, I am a collector of boxes. Most have nothing in them. I could weed out that group, and make better use of the remainder.
I found the best way to get rid of tchotchkes was to pack them all carefully in a box and put the box in the attic. When I looked at it again, two years later, at least half of it I'd forgotten I had; those went to Goodwill. The rest I brought out to enjoy, and packed away most of the current display. Rotating the tchotchkes keeps them fresh.
Very little of my stuff would be worth more than a few bucks on eBay. Not even worth the bother.
For Hubby, the knicknacks are his memories. He'll pull something out of a box, and then he's telling me about the time when he was 16 and sailing on a tall ship out of Hawaii to Singapore. His ability to remember things is so damaged that he needs the kickstart of things to access those memories. It's the stuff that he picks up and doesn't remember at all that makes me sad.