25 Cents


Organization is a positive word.  It makes you think of simplicity and order and peace.

However, the act of organizing implies something very very negative (or so I’m learning).

I’ve spent all afternoon not only packing for The Wack but also trying to have a rhyme and reason for where I put every single thing (brilliant, huh).  If you know me well, you know I get on these kicks every once and a while– and rightly so– especially here at home.  Nothing gets put in drawers while in Springfield, so I often get in trouble for my room oozing out into the hall.  Disturbing, right?

Very.  This afternoon I started getting frustrated, because to have a need to organize assumes you have stuff that doesn’t logically fit into a certain place. So much effort is spent on finding the tools to get our lives in order, when in reality, it’s because we simply have too much.

I don’t have a solution, except I’m determined more than ever to not accumulate and let go of what I have with a giving spirit.  Tomorrow I’m giving away my cruiser bike.  Step one!

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal… [and where you have to have garage sales and where things stress you out and cleaning is really just rearranging things you don't need...]

Now an about-face to contradict my anti-stuff rant:

look what 25 cents can do!  My dad picked up the old frame at a garage sale for 25 cents and painted it.  Today Walgreens happened to have free 8×10’s, and done!  more stuff, yes, but at least it’s creative and personal?

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Project number next in the works:Library - 642



Why Valentines Day rocks:


You have a reason for these:
{though, as always, I petition to celebrate certain holidays
year-round
all the time
never stop
and constantly switch between
flowers
hearts
trees
garland
and pumpkins}
in the meantime,
Happy Valentine’s Day
and oh, we mustn’t let the love, kindness, and chocolate stop after today. Never ever ever.

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ugly plate.


Last weekend I painted pottery.
A plate.
And I loved everything about it.

Until.

I got it back.
It’s ugly, with streaks,
and there’s absolutely nothing to do with it.
Oops.

I still liked the painting,
so an ugly plate was worth it.

School is the other way.
The end is what matters– the grade.
But that’s wrong.
It’s better to learn, I’m learning.

Buying a pretty plate isn’t near as fun as painting an ugly one.
Dear Caroline, it’s not about the grade. Just paint.IMG_7380_2