Once a year I get into this mood
The kind of moods which oddly enough is too practical and almost boring
I feel an absurd need to throw out all of the things I haven’t used in a while
Like about a year or so.
Then I clean like mad.
The mood happened
But then I read a diy blog
And it explained how you can easily take things apart and make it like new.
In a cool and fun – even a little exciting sorta way.
That got my creative juices flowing.
I took a dress I was about to throw out and made it into a super cool skirt- halfway through I realized I don’t sew.
I took a nice shirt I had that had an oil stain the size of a quarter dumped it on my bed and categorized it in the gonna dye it file.
But it stopped my practical cleanup kinda mood.
It’s a liiitttllleee bit of a problem.
You see, I need to see the floor of my room once in a while.
To bad – there’s always next year.
The feeling did not rid itself
It only grew
It was the happy kinda feeling
Spring in the air
Combined with purply excitement
So I did
Purple from head to toe
And yet it just grew
It didn’t seem to be satiated
I borrowed my sisters purple shoes
Put on a super cool lavander button down shirt
And a darker shade of purple – a pullover
I put on a new (I had just made) beaded necklace
Purple crystal earrings
Yet it only grew
I drove purply and butterfly like
Sorry – y’all on the highway
That was me weaving, drifting and floating
As of the latest arts and crafts ideas have been varied but nothing awesomely-amazing, nothing awe-inspiring and nothing remotely magical popped into my head.
It was for that unfortunate reason I did a decent craft with buttons on canvas but that was it.
There was nothing that grabbed my interest enough, for me to get off chair.
(And note this is referring to a CRAFT idea- nothing else- that means it excludes this mornings routine of doing 35 jumping-jacks on my bed(mom do not look at this sentence please) and jumping rope 50 times. As well as, creating a recipe which includes ingredients the average individual never heard of – so healthy your stomach hurts by just looking at it! Don’t worry it wasn’t for me 😉
Then I was searching through various articles and found an interesting one (this was when I was at work- of course – that’s the only time I make any time to read anything besides for silly novels.)
Gourds were the first thing to be used as containers for storage (states the article I read). After drying it out (a process that can take around 3 months) they were then used for storage, bowls, and other exciting stuff. After they utilized it for boring regular things they kind of realized hey- just because it’s functional doesn’t mean it cant be pretty that was when they began decorating it – making it super cool- works of art.
In my head I piped up – ‘hey me too!’
I imagined my mom’s expression when she found various gourds hanging from various light fixtures. I smiled.
I may not have 3 months – I may just have to buy a squash that has been dried already. Its only a little shortcut (but its probably the first practical short-cut I have taken in a while).
Wahoo!! Fellow artists – watch out for some serious competition 😉
After going to work, leaving for a class at school, coming back to work, I was totally spent.
A therapist came into my office. “Do you have a one hole type of hole-puncher?” he asked.
I handed him a stapler. “Here you go!”
He looked at me stupidly. “A hole puncher?”
I nodded still handing it to him.
There was no delicate way to say this, “That’s a stapler.”
It was odd because I heard him, but my mind just didn’t get it.
It’s like when you say something that you do not mean. It can get a little embarrassing even, especially when you aren’t even close.
“Hi- You left your shoe on my desk? – oh whoops I meant -can I have the clipboard?”
It leaves everyone wondering if English is your first language, or if you are all there- like what are you on?
The nicer of the bunch will just assume you haven’t slept much.
She has to be.
See, Liz, is my car. I have established that she has a very distinct personality and sense of humor.
I suspect, however, she does something extremely odd when I am on the road.
Wherever I go I get brighted/ flashed.
Both the back and from cars passing me, going in the opposite direction.
I am truly, thoroughly, mystified.
I have on countless occasions gotten out of my car to see if maybe a brake light was out, or maybe one of my front lights were. That hasn’t been the case.
And nope – it hasn’t always been policemen around either.
I am not a paranoid, since all passengers have agreed with me and gone out of Liz scratching their head. Baffled.
No- I am not usually high, and do not drive like a drunkard.
I don’t drive exceptionally slow.
I do not drive exceptionally fast.
Liz is has been up to something. I wish I knew what it is.
I am aware that its personal, because when other people have driven her, there were no issues.
Its okay though, every car has its quirks.
Like every person has their idiosyncrasies.
And I like cars with personality.
Today was a big day, although it started out last night, we went to a quarry, met up with a skeleton coming out of a creaky door. The three of us raced to the car, our hearts in our throats.
Drove back, drove through a park (that you are meant to walk through- but its so unsafe to do so at so late at night and as a result we drove through the path around the lake.)
The driver was a blondie (stereotype – and she claimed the road- just turned into this and what was she supposed to do) Liz purred in agreement.
I got back and at 12, I poured myself a big glass of red wine. Drank it. Felt somewhat entitled. I went to bed.
As a 21 year old I am not sure I feel much older, and more mature (although that is what I claimed to those that text-ed me and asked what I feel like today.)
Oh and although I would’ve thought that at age 21 I am older and wiser – I am the first but totally not the second. My friends shocked me out of my wits by surprising me at work! I never would’ve thought… Maybe when I am 22 😉