YAY! Saw this pic on pintrest today and new i had to have this done..the pic al la stone age phone is very crap..but i third one is coming in the line once these two heal up:)
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
My new piercings!
YAY! Saw this pic on pintrest today and new i had to have this done..the pic al la stone age phone is very crap..but i third one is coming in the line once these two heal up:)
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Duplicates of DuPlicates of dUplIcAtes
I never considered myself to be a hoarder. I’ve always felt that I’ve kept a reasonable amount of “sentimental value” in neat little boxes, stored away in my top cupboard for the purpose of that “One fine Day” reminiscing with my friends over our horrible haircuts, those classroom letters and even (to be honest) thinking about the day of showing it to all my children; and hearing their little gasps (as I did with my mother) at the weird jewellery, clothes and trinkets they had around in the year 2000!
I’ll be honest and say I completely judge those people in the States that HOARD EVERYTHING, and I’m sure there are people who do this all over the world, but to be fair America you actively choose to splash your 16 & pregnant teens, Messy Homes and Obese People in our faces, so sorry if I generalise...but I digress; back to judging the crazy American hoarders. I always get such a sick thrill watching that Messy House show on Home Channel. I know I have a messy streak in me, heaven knows I’ve camped out on a couch for months because my cupboard moved to my bed, and honestly after a long hard day at the office it’s the last thing you feel like tackling when you get home; but eventually you have enough right? I mean eventually you say- OMW I need to feel the soft soothing springs of a mattress against my back or realise that it would be nice to see the floor again (for old times’ sake).
I mean I know how it can get so bad so quickly, trust me, and even though my breaking point is further away than most, I do have one. These people, these (French accent) Americans, don’t have that breaking point. Well they do, but only after some random group of obnoxious strangers barge into their home and sneer and verbally throw up all over their bedroom/garage/bathroom room and tell them how messed up they are and that they have to clean it ALL up or they will lose the said family member/loved one that “told on” them. That’s so extreme, and I can’t help but feel sad at that point for them. Seeing the dawning realisation on their faces that all their sentimental collections of nail varnish and wool was all for nothing. And it means nothing to us because we don’t know how it is to have a bag of wool that we have huge plans for, but last night, whilst packing for the 5th time to move again, I suddenly did get that moment of understanding and camaraderie with my fellow American Hoarders.
One starts off well meaning. The things we keep make sense and can actually truly be used again, but after a while we lose touch of the standard of what to keep. Instead of thinking from a clear mind, we start comparing what to keep off what we last kept (if that makes sense?) It’s like when you are baking and you roll that perfect dough ball and you aim to keep them all that size, but after the 5th ball they just all seem to keep getting bigger. The reason is because you keep looking at the last ball you did and not at the original ball. There must be some physiological term for this, some egotistical nature we have that we don’t go back to the original template because we are so sure we nailed the duplicate- but we all know duplicates of anything are always dodgy and the duplicates of duplicates are like Michael Keaton in Multiplicity or "Bitch Stewie" from Family Guy. The point I’m trying to make though is that I fell victim to the Cookie Ball Syndrome when it came to what I should keep and what not to keep. I started justifying that I kept that jersey (the one that could actually be used again) so I should also keep this jersey (the one that should be burned along with my collection of trolls and candles). Speaking of candles- is it just me or does anyone else keep their candles with that dream of one day using them, but only for that perfect moment so until then they are just kept on a shelf collecting that weird sticky dust? No? Just me then? Bearing my soul guys...be gentle. But the point is with this mentality you are soon going to find yourself waist deep hugging things you think have a purpose and plan in your life but actually (out of the twilight zone) you are hugging bake sale doyleys and birthday cards that aren't even yours!
But last night I finally had enough! You’d think after 5 times of moving I’d have got it by now- but it suddenly dawned on me just how far down the rabbit hole I had gone. I saw a light and some part of my brain, previously thought dead, started screaming “Steff! You don’t need this glycerine soap shaped like a foot. Yes you could use it but you haven’t in 5 years, it’s probably not even soap anymore. Throw it out!” and I did, and it felt GREAT! All those weird things you keep because mom gave them to you or you’ve had it for so long you think your room wouldn’t feel like home without it- trust me you won’t even know it’s gone. I mean, I found a ceramic elephant on my “trinkets” counter, a ceramic elephant people! I’m sure at the time it was sentimental but we need to get to that “original template” place where you have to be brutal and say- is this me? Do I like this? Did I even know it was there? If I never saw it again would I die in some padded cell screaming “I want my ceramic elephant!”? You’ll be surprised how often the answer is no.
So I feel reborn. And even though my room shall be bare, and my cupboards packed with clothes (I actually wear) and not boxes of stones I collected from beaches and corks popped at someone’s 21st, I know I am once again in my Original Head Space of who I am and know myself to be NOW, and not someone who collects in fear that I’ll somehow forget part of me because I don’t have my handmade rhinestone photo frame to remind me of who I WAS. I'm at peace that there is a time and place to keep some things, but all things have an expiry date, so don't let your treasures become your trash.
Cheers to all you beautiful hoarders out there, and good luck! :)
I’ll be honest and say I completely judge those people in the States that HOARD EVERYTHING, and I’m sure there are people who do this all over the world, but to be fair America you actively choose to splash your 16 & pregnant teens, Messy Homes and Obese People in our faces, so sorry if I generalise...but I digress; back to judging the crazy American hoarders. I always get such a sick thrill watching that Messy House show on Home Channel. I know I have a messy streak in me, heaven knows I’ve camped out on a couch for months because my cupboard moved to my bed, and honestly after a long hard day at the office it’s the last thing you feel like tackling when you get home; but eventually you have enough right? I mean eventually you say- OMW I need to feel the soft soothing springs of a mattress against my back or realise that it would be nice to see the floor again (for old times’ sake).
I mean I know how it can get so bad so quickly, trust me, and even though my breaking point is further away than most, I do have one. These people, these (French accent) Americans, don’t have that breaking point. Well they do, but only after some random group of obnoxious strangers barge into their home and sneer and verbally throw up all over their bedroom/garage/bathroom room and tell them how messed up they are and that they have to clean it ALL up or they will lose the said family member/loved one that “told on” them. That’s so extreme, and I can’t help but feel sad at that point for them. Seeing the dawning realisation on their faces that all their sentimental collections of nail varnish and wool was all for nothing. And it means nothing to us because we don’t know how it is to have a bag of wool that we have huge plans for, but last night, whilst packing for the 5th time to move again, I suddenly did get that moment of understanding and camaraderie with my fellow American Hoarders.
One starts off well meaning. The things we keep make sense and can actually truly be used again, but after a while we lose touch of the standard of what to keep. Instead of thinking from a clear mind, we start comparing what to keep off what we last kept (if that makes sense?) It’s like when you are baking and you roll that perfect dough ball and you aim to keep them all that size, but after the 5th ball they just all seem to keep getting bigger. The reason is because you keep looking at the last ball you did and not at the original ball. There must be some physiological term for this, some egotistical nature we have that we don’t go back to the original template because we are so sure we nailed the duplicate- but we all know duplicates of anything are always dodgy and the duplicates of duplicates are like Michael Keaton in Multiplicity or "Bitch Stewie" from Family Guy. The point I’m trying to make though is that I fell victim to the Cookie Ball Syndrome when it came to what I should keep and what not to keep. I started justifying that I kept that jersey (the one that could actually be used again) so I should also keep this jersey (the one that should be burned along with my collection of trolls and candles). Speaking of candles- is it just me or does anyone else keep their candles with that dream of one day using them, but only for that perfect moment so until then they are just kept on a shelf collecting that weird sticky dust? No? Just me then? Bearing my soul guys...be gentle. But the point is with this mentality you are soon going to find yourself waist deep hugging things you think have a purpose and plan in your life but actually (out of the twilight zone) you are hugging bake sale doyleys and birthday cards that aren't even yours!
But last night I finally had enough! You’d think after 5 times of moving I’d have got it by now- but it suddenly dawned on me just how far down the rabbit hole I had gone. I saw a light and some part of my brain, previously thought dead, started screaming “Steff! You don’t need this glycerine soap shaped like a foot. Yes you could use it but you haven’t in 5 years, it’s probably not even soap anymore. Throw it out!” and I did, and it felt GREAT! All those weird things you keep because mom gave them to you or you’ve had it for so long you think your room wouldn’t feel like home without it- trust me you won’t even know it’s gone. I mean, I found a ceramic elephant on my “trinkets” counter, a ceramic elephant people! I’m sure at the time it was sentimental but we need to get to that “original template” place where you have to be brutal and say- is this me? Do I like this? Did I even know it was there? If I never saw it again would I die in some padded cell screaming “I want my ceramic elephant!”? You’ll be surprised how often the answer is no.
So I feel reborn. And even though my room shall be bare, and my cupboards packed with clothes (I actually wear) and not boxes of stones I collected from beaches and corks popped at someone’s 21st, I know I am once again in my Original Head Space of who I am and know myself to be NOW, and not someone who collects in fear that I’ll somehow forget part of me because I don’t have my handmade rhinestone photo frame to remind me of who I WAS. I'm at peace that there is a time and place to keep some things, but all things have an expiry date, so don't let your treasures become your trash.
Cheers to all you beautiful hoarders out there, and good luck! :)
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