Spring Fever

I am so sick of snow and ice and cold weather. I am ready for spring. In fact, I’d rather have hay fever sniffles than freezing cold patooties.

In preparation for spring, I am doing my spring cleaning now and paring down everything I own, which is considerable. I hate to say it, but I am a pack rat. I have three piles in my office. The first pile is maybe I will need this and wish I hadn’t thrown it away, or JustincaseIregretit for short. The second pile is OhMiGawd I actually bought this in the 80′s and I may one day fit into it again, or OMG80′sflashback. The last pile is shit so strange no one will buy it unless I have a twin out there, so Goodwill can have it, or Strangeshitforgoodwill.

That last category is a tough one, because I know if I have a yard sale, people will ask me what the fuck it is and half the time even I don’t know. It was an impulse buy. And sadly, if offered a dime for it, I will pay myself a quarter to keep it. lol.

Like the funky clay window charm I bought at an art show. Cost me $22 and I remember getting it because it matched my color mood that day. I think I was plaid. Anyway, try getting anyone to pay $1 for a clay ashtray-looking charm with cracked beads and twisted neon orange pipecleaner. Oh yeah, that’ll happen. Or the keychain with a picture of me throwing up at King’s Island after going on a ride. Ooh, I bet that’ll bring lots of money…lol.

I have so many pairs of scissors, I mean how many things will I need to cut that I need 10 pairs of scissors? I have four that are left-handed, so I could cut things both ways at the same time. Dueling scissors, en garde.

But the oddest thing is the pink stuffed animal and see-thru plastic  stomach piggy change purse with dangling legs and round feet. I never use it, but I can’t seem to toss it either. I would probably get a dime for it and get into a bidding war with myself.

Le sigh. So many things, so many memories. ::spies thumb-sized hole punch with star cutouts:: Ya know, I will kick myself one day if I toss this away. ::moves hole punch to pile number one::