couple weeks ago the church a few blocks away had an open garage sale. well, technically it was a parking lot sale. it was bleedin’ hot that day, so not many people were out – selling OR buying. but i managed to get these matching luggage cases for a total of $5.00, and they are in excellent condition. yay!!
i’m wearing my fun socks today, but it doesn’t seem to be making its impact. if any of you have watched the TV series BONES, you know that FBI agent Sealy Booth wears funky socks as his way of being unique and special in a world of hum-drumminess. his way of ‘sticking it to the man’, i guess. or his way of declaring his individualism. and if you watch Storage Wars, you know that Barry (I LOVE YOU BARRY!) wears his ‘lucky’ socks, hopefully to have blessings from the picking gods.
but for me, the magical, stripey, Monster High socks that i am wearing are not bringing me the anticipated magical stripey day. despite their cuteness, and their roller-derbiness, my customers are still yelling at me, demanding, and pushy. i’ve heard bad news today, like about the girl that has been missing for 8 days, or the man that was dead for 2 years without anyone noticing.
tomorrow i’m coming in barefoot.
so Friday was my birthday, and i had an AMAZING weekend. for years now i’ve been itching to do some artwork with an eclectic assortment of articles. and i don’t know exactly what i’ll be doing, but i’m formulating some ideas. so this weekend i hit the garage sale circuit in search of treasures. i won’t have time today to put up pictures of all my goodies, but i’ll add on bit by bit, like a terribly unexciting anticlimactic play you’ll be half heartedly interested in. but hey, it makes MY heart palpitate! 😉
that whole saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure” is somewhat trite, but nonetheless completely true. i went to a thrift store, an antique boutique, a flea market and a whole passel of garage sales, and found tons of goodies! retro chairs, art supplies, knick knacks and even a killer pair of brand new Ed Hardy shoes for $3.99!!!! SAWEEET!!
lots of pics to come, but as i’m on my way to work i’ll put up my dearest treasure first. i was looking at an advertisement i got in the mail and saw this kooky thing for sale at a drugstore, of all places. it was only like 15.00 USD, and i really thought it was cool, but it wasn’t like i super needed it or anything. so i kept it on the back burner of my mind – on low/simmer so i wouldn’t fry anything in there, cause i need all the brain cells i can get – and thought i’d hope for the best. lo and behold!! someone had one of these things at their garage sale, and sold it off to me for AN EVEN BUCK! what??!! i’m sooooo excited!
it’s a Galilean Thermometer, very alchemy-ish, and i absoluetly love it! (reading it is a little different, but hey, when i’m hot i’m hot and i don’t need gadgets to tell me i’m hot. they just look cool lying around!)
i’m supposed to be working on my book today. for those of you who are frequent flyers here at accidental happiness airlines, you may recall that i am writing a book of memoirs. no? oh, well i did tell you, so you must have missed that blog. this was the weekend i intended to finish up the final editing; but life’s little lessons get in the way, and i see i must face some of my demons before i share them with the world.
Demon #1: Shyorcifel (also known as fear of intimacy)
i’ve been getting in touch with friends from my past, and i see that the vast majority of folk my age have spouses and children and homes. i began to scold myself today for not having a lover, and what is wrong with me, and all of that kind of thing. but i realized pretty quickly that the reason i am still single is that i never let anyone get close, and i never let men (or most of my friends for that matter) see the real me. it’s scary to think that you would hope in someone to love you on your worst day, with a big juicy zit on your nose, and no makeup on, walking around in yoga pants with holes in the ass, and then your supposed to trust that this person loves you when they’ve been around you at these times? when you’ve done something sinister or selfish? when you’ve told about your horrid past and how messed up you are? see, it’s easier to just never get to that level.
and that’s why i’m still single. so i have to wrestle with the intimacy demon and work out the kinks in my emotional vulnerability quotas.
Demon #2: Keeperoscipase (also known as Obssessive Hoarding)
ok, i’m not actually a hoarder. i lovingly refer to it as ‘being a Picker’. i collect. and while i love my books and papers and ephemera, my toys and clothes and crafts, i’m not going to be auditioning for “Hoarders” anytime soon. but – having watched my first episode today – i can see that i am made of the same fabric as these others. we are people who are afraid.
afraid of losing someone. afraid of letting go of the past. afraid of living in the now, and the uncertainties of life. afraid of forgetting something, or not having what we need, or throwing away something important or of value.
afraid of letting people in. afraid of looking deep inside. afraid of admitting we’ve been hurt, killed, beaten, worn down, abused, neglected and abandoned. afraid of being seen for what we are: weak, vulnerable, and hurting.
but hey! look at that. the entire human race is in this category. and while i might wash my hands too many times after tucking away another thirty copies of fiction titles i’ll never read, you might be socking down your thirteenth bottle of Labatts, or losing the use of your right arm due to a slip up with a bookie.
we’re all of us broken, wounded, beautiful creatures. and the fascinating part of life is watching each of us uncover the treasure beneath all the outer layerings of crap.