1420interesting LJ post, dream
May. 14th, 2003 11:46 amExpand Messages
evile <evile@freaks.net>
May 14, 2003
1. dream last night: was at a resort (tropical? island?) with my mom.
Took a shower in the corner of our suite, shampooed my hair, then
picked up what I thought was conditioner, it was like pert or
whatever; shampoo + conditioner. HM
2. the LJPost (I think RTO is 'romancing the ordinary'?)
:31am: [RTO] Self care/Home care
She suggests that the way we care for our home reflects on how we
care for ourselves. (This up there on the scariness scale with the
idea that one's pets reflect one's own personality.) Laying it on
thick about how we benefit from regarding housework as soulwork,
literal therapy. By the end of it, at least our house is cleared.
Perhaps too our head.
The next essay, which while extra long I think can be merged here,
deals with how many of us live our lives as if on hold. Specifically,
waiting for love, marriage, family, etc. before really decorating. I
suppose. Mostly though, I am waiting for a steady income. I bought my
bedroom set back when I had one. I foolishly sold my nice round table
when I decided it was too hard to move. (It had 2 leaves too, could
go from gaming table to layout out full length SCA garb too. argh.) I
should've grabbed back the daybed, and the dingy white couch that was
at least long enough to sleep on. (it's a shame that I can't afford
to replace the leather hand-me-down loveseat with an actual couch
that would be close to as nice.)
A lot of her advice is clearly for people who don't rent. I'd love to
paint the windows, doors, and ugly kitchen molding. Rather, I'd love
to see them miraculously be some other color. Preferably white, since
none of them appear to be quality wood. But it seems like a big
effort for a place I don't own.
What of her suggestions I can do though is to try to deal with the
crap. But I fear boxing up all the tchochkes as being seen as an
invitation for my roommate to fill up the spaces again with his crap.
A lot of my home decor is on hold until I get to live with someone
who shares my tastes, or can afford to live alone.