18 August 2009

Busy busy busy

I didn't get a lot of stitching time last night.

I couldn't bear to look at the debris field of my closet, and so I put that back together, and organized in there. I am giving away more of my clothes. I figure, if I don't wear them, why keep them in the house? I know, I know, there is a debate about how donating clothing doesn't help, especially in impoverished countries, because it discourages people from buying locally made clothes, and a lot of clothing gets wasted here in the US, but it's not doing anyone any good in my closet and it takes up room. Except if it's ruined, then it's getting pitched. I don't give away stained clothes. If I won't wear it because of a stain, no one else should either. If you had one shirt to wear, would you really want to have that shirt have a big stain on it? And I'm not buying more stuff.

But til I got all that put back into place, all my shoes put back in the bottom of the closet, fed the dogs and threw them a BIG stick (which, I do have to say, Beazer ran off with, taunted Shocka with, and then dropped at the far end of the yard. Shocka looked at it, looked at me, and couldn't figure out he was supposed to bring it back to me--such a handsome dog, but not the brightest bulb on the string.), it was pretty much time to get in bed.

A&E has a new show on about hoarding. It was more sad than anything else. I watched it while trying to stitch, but I kind of don't see the point to it. It was more the shock (entertainment?) value of watching how they attempted to clean out the houses. Personally, I don't find other people's mental issues to be all that entertaining. And the worst part is how prevalent it really truly is. I sometimes worry about just how close any of us come to being a hoarder. I mean, I have a lot of stash, and knick-knacks, and I used to buy tons of makeup when I was feeling inadequate (better living through lipgloss, much?), but it's all fairly well-contained. I don't let food rot, at least not when I find it. The makeup is now irritating when I look at that; I bought glitter to wear to work in my office job, who does that? I know that I can let go of things; it's hard to let go of things that connect me to my grandmother, but I can do it. My SO says that 10% of his clients are hoarders; that's kinda scary to think about, looking at your neighbors. I wish they'd shown a little more of the therapy aspect of it, because you can't just disrupt "the system." The people on the show were, like, freaking out because, in their mind, that stuff had some sort of value and it makes no sense to throw away something valuable. It was very odd. I would probably watch a reality series that showed how people work through the process, way more than this.


Trixie said...

I went in and cleaned out my closets when that woman here in Gresham died and had so much *crap* in her house they had to call the police for the stench.

Not that my home has garbage laying around, but I imagine that if something tragic were to happen there would be a lot of people going through my stuff and - quite possibly - judging me according to how many Mtn Dew cans I have in the recycling bin. :o)

I can't do reality tv. Any of it. It's a short run from reality tv to "The Running Man" w/Gov Schwarzeneggar.

Happy Stuff R!

Barb said...

I just had to comment because I tried to watch the A&E show last night too, but it creeped me out. I started to feel like I was one of those people (I'm not of course) but I have several unfinished house projects that make me feel like that. It's amazing how long you can live with an unpainted kitchen wall for example. I buy very little stuff these days, including needlework stash...I just can't stand to have unused stuff around and I don't want it around for someone else to deal with later. When I was younger I craved the books, the fabric and other odds and ends, but no more.

I have seen a program that focuses on people getting help for their phobias but I don't remember the name.

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls