even my toothpicks are trying to get laid.

LOL! But even when things are not trying, they’re trying……trying to be….well, non- trying!

Come to think of it, my husband can be VERY trying!

Twilight (Ann)

HA!!! That’s funny! Toothpicks getting laid! Thanks for the visual…and the laugh, Elsa and friend.

Yes indeed.

Stuff is fun, but trying at times.

I feel guilty when I purge it (less guilty when I donate it, but still).

I like things to be homey and eclectic too (like someone up there said). I like them to mean something. Things are nothing if not symbolic. They are sentimental. They are things given me or saved for a rainy day. I have been in a purging mood, though. Especially during that Pluto transit, but since then I continue to try to identify and purge things that have outlived their usefulness and so that someone else can enjoy them if they like.

You can’t take it with you but it’s fun while it lasts, right?

Love,

Uncle Hannah, lover of soy wax candles and body products, especially (oh and tarot decks!!)

I have some belongings which are clearly trying to escape.

My worst habit it scavenging things.

In the last month alone, I found a bike (useful if I didn’t already have 2); 3 books, an ironing board (I have iron) and a plant that needs to be re-potted.

My best find of the last 6 months is an antique Made-in-England picnic basket. Now if only it wasn’t snowing, I’d go have me a picnic.

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i simply do not buy plain cups. i love cups-with hearts, pictures, wishes, whatever on them. when i want to feel move love around me, i get a valentine’s day cup. when i want gifts, i get a chrsitmas cup. when i want to feel cared for and watched over, i get an angel cup.

i never really thought about my stuff that way; i keep it while it fits me and pass it on when it doesn’t, but it’s true that my stuff is often quite trying to be whatever. except to me, it does get there and brings the energy or essences or thought of that whatever with it’s “efforts.”

Similar to gem, my kitchen is all white except for the bright red toaster my sister-in-law bought me for Christmas 2005, because she doesn’t like my all white kitchen - and plates and mugs and towels and tablecloths and napkins. Silverware, of course is silver. My SIL says it looks like I live in a hospital. The rest of the place is all dark woods and fabrics in blues and greens. It’s fairly spartan, but comfortable.

As for what my stuff is trying… no clue. The cats, however, are another story.

My stuff says more about me than I do! My neighbour came in to use the phone the other day and left saying she had no idea I was so much into art, history and literature (based on the artwork, books and stuff I’ve brought back from my travelling). She had assumed I was a “regular soccer mom” like herself…talk about projection.