Yesterday I found my grandmother's jewelry box. Most of the jewelry in it was junk, but I cleaned the box out, bagged up all the jewelry and set it aside, wiped the box down, and now I get to use it. It's black, and has these shiny mother-of-pearl sort of inlays of birds all over it. It's incredibly tacky but in an awesome way. And I really needed a decent jewelry box--I had been keeping my stuff in about 18 tiny boxes, which got really confusing. I'll probably still keep a few of the small boxes, but it's so good to have something large to keep most of it in.
Today, I was in the attic for only half an hour. I started the probably-endless process of deciding which stuffed animals to trash. I made a big pile. Then I found a pile of linens--a few blankets, and several sheets for an extra-long twin bed. College era stuff. Some of the sheets were never even opened. Then I dug back a little further, and found a small dead creature: a little skeleton surrounded by grey fluff. I think it was a bird because there's feather gunk on one of the blankets. That was bad enough, but as I was moving linens around, before I saw the dead thing, all the movement caused some of the grey fluff to whirl around in the air. I can't get rid of the feeling that I've got dead bird fluff in my mouth, and I'm grossed out enough that I'm done in the attic for today. I did get a significant amount done--a whole bag of trash and a large pile of stuffed animals to go out for the trash--so I don't feel that bad. I think I'm going to ask my dad to clean up the thing tonight. That's a man-of-the-household sort of job. I thought about doing it myself, going downstairs and getting the dust pan, but I just can't bring myself to do it.
I did find Mindy a new t-shirt, though--one of the many bears destined for the trash pile was wearing a "Hugs & Kisses from Hatfield, PA" shirt that I stripped off him. If it survives the laundry, it'll be Mindy's. The neck's a little tight for her, but she seemed to think it was cute enough for her to wear.
Today, I was in the attic for only half an hour. I started the probably-endless process of deciding which stuffed animals to trash. I made a big pile. Then I found a pile of linens--a few blankets, and several sheets for an extra-long twin bed. College era stuff. Some of the sheets were never even opened. Then I dug back a little further, and found a small dead creature: a little skeleton surrounded by grey fluff. I think it was a bird because there's feather gunk on one of the blankets. That was bad enough, but as I was moving linens around, before I saw the dead thing, all the movement caused some of the grey fluff to whirl around in the air. I can't get rid of the feeling that I've got dead bird fluff in my mouth, and I'm grossed out enough that I'm done in the attic for today. I did get a significant amount done--a whole bag of trash and a large pile of stuffed animals to go out for the trash--so I don't feel that bad. I think I'm going to ask my dad to clean up the thing tonight. That's a man-of-the-household sort of job. I thought about doing it myself, going downstairs and getting the dust pan, but I just can't bring myself to do it.
I did find Mindy a new t-shirt, though--one of the many bears destined for the trash pile was wearing a "Hugs & Kisses from Hatfield, PA" shirt that I stripped off him. If it survives the laundry, it'll be Mindy's. The neck's a little tight for her, but she seemed to think it was cute enough for her to wear.
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