Dedicated Follower of Trashin’
It is a fact universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of too many clothes, banjos, books and Cool Scraps of Paper is in want of a burglar.
Topographically, my habitat resembles a teenager’s bedroom. The kind of room you climb through, rather than walk across.
Tripping is a daily hazard, and yet…I put off the big Clean-a-thon for fear I’ll need JUST THAT THING, the day after i’ve brought it to the Salvation Army thrift shop.
I kid myself that I’m housing the Objets Trouves out of respect for the Items but in truth, it is merely that I feel sorry for them.
Since I never sort things, can’t throw them out, they remain abandoned.
Boxed up and forgotten, or left around in plain sight to inspire me to ‘do something with’ them…they continue to be L’Austin Found.
Rescued from the wind and rain, my ‘orphans’ are still un-homed, still in Purgatory.
Perhaps a nice burglar will come along and remove some of it?
There is of course a much more creative solution: re-purpose the clothes and get them out into public view (i.e. a fashion show) and MOVE THEM back onto human bodies…
(Sounds like hard work..)
Two of the things are bicycles. One a kid’s bike, one a grown up.
I KNOW: I can drag, er… trailer them down to Trips For Kids!
Squeaking of which…(year of the rat coming up, too), Marilyn’s having
Bruise, Bikes, and Bucks fundraiser Feb 10 (Sunday). At Broken Ear Drum Brewery, San Rafael.
Small world out there: the mycologist who convinced me to hospitalize myself back when I was eating poison mushroom souffle (another blog, look up…er, I forget)….she’s the mother of the pub owner, Noah…very nice person, hope to talk fungi with her in a few weeks.
But the burglars (or the detectives)…If anyone were to overturn my “Shocking Augh” room, I wouldn’t even know it.
What to do?