scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

16.6.06

giving stuff away is addictive. we've had several different sets of people come over in the past week or so and we load up their cars and send them home. and it keeps getting easier: you go from Oh i might need that to Well i kind of like it but whatever to Maybe to the right person to Do you like it? here take it, just take it and go to actually sneaking things into their car. And they're happy, because everyone needs more towels, or more servingware, or a nice grill set. And you start thinking, we need to get L+A over here and force the wine rack on them, and that Pampered Chef platter because i know they'll use it and i also know for a fact that we absolutely won't, because we haven't and it's been a year and it's so pretty and really deserves to be put to proper use instead of just gathering dust on the shelf, and, oh, this too. and you really think it's good stuff, because it's yours, but is it? if it's crap, but it's my crap? if i really and truly believe it's nice and not entirely trash?

we're working this on the theory that we had one garage sale and it was okay, but more of a hassle than the maybe $40 we made all freaking morning was worth (whereas we took all the books to the used bookstore and they gave us nearly $100 in five minutes) and that if our friends appreciate our stuff then they should have it, because we like them. Because something you buy from a stranger at a garage sale is crap, always, but something your friend gave you is invested with memory. it becomes a little bit more than an object: it is a gift. i know this because that's not just a futon, it's the futon we got from K. Aforementioned Pampered Chef platter is not just an aforementioned Pampered Chef platter, it's the one we got from R. (and it almost breaks me to give it away, and last week i couldn't have; but it's not like we're going to forget R, we have pictures, and framed pictures, at that.) There is a massive lump of Mardi Gras beads that are going to be little-girl dressup. Which is perfect. E wants the coffee table. O wants the desk. A wants the plastic walmart adirondack chairs. it just keeps getting better: i love the plastic walmart adirondack chairs. they're so much more comfy than they sound. and i love that A is going to sit on his porch and be outside and they're so much better than the canvas ones, you can't lean back properly in the canvas ones, and they're going to be sat on regularly and people will have cigarettes and put their beer on the armrest (the canvas ones don't have armrests, half the time, and when they do have beer-cups, they're all ripped up) and it'll be lovely. tags:kipple

scrawled @ 16:50