Maybe not a thing of beauty. Still, it has an over done awesomeness, overkill, a huge metal industrial tool that ten or twenty years later would be a cheezy plastic one. In avocado green or seventies gold. It does me no earthly good. I don't think I'm going to make labels with it. If I were even going to look for tape for it, I wouldn't know where to find it if not for the White Elephant Sale... This is more of a chrome elephant, I guess.
Yet, it's hard to let it go.
Before the burn I was reading a book http://www.amazon.com/Stuff-Compulsive-Hoarding-Meaning-Things/dp/B005OHUP5O/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1348368549&sr=8-2&keywords=stuff which was sort of shallow and annoying, the way most non-fiction books seem to be these days. But I did respond to one of the major ideas--that hoarders have trouble letting go of stuff because they see it as meaningful and not mere trash. Pity the hoarder in 21st century America--all sorts of stuff with all sorts of planned obsolescence constantly churned up by fashion.
I don't think I'll surprise anyone with the revelation that I am a hoarder. So, I'm trying to use this blog as a way to track and understand my feelings as I try to get rid of stuff. And I secretly hope that by taking photos of the odd beauty that I am moved by I can get stuff like this, fantastic stuff like this, that I will not have to own the damn objects myself.
Ironically, I cannot find the charger for my camera because it's lost in the piles. Oh well, I could see this as a voyage of discovery, discovery of all the wonderful stuff I can't find because it's under other wonderful (and not so wonderful) stuff. Including the charger...
2 comments:
Detaching from items can be hard, especially when they are imbued with so much heavy meaning and value to our identity. And slowly divesting, instead of losing it all at once, at least provides some comfort in the semblance of control it gives you. However you do it, though, it ends up being more liberating than anything else.
The book that Mr.Koosh has taken to heart on the whole uncluttering process is It's All Too Much by Peter Walsh. I'm growing increasingly fond of Unfuck Your Habitat, which puts an emphasis on doing little things every day so they can add up. (FlyLady with more profanity, if you will.)
...all that said, my GOD I don't think I could bear to part with that label maker.
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