1420interesting LJ post, dream

[evile]

 

 

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• 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.