Stuff to Do
Jul. 22nd, 2005 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chochiyo_samaIt is a hot, humid, sucky day.
But I am cool and (reasonably) content in my house. I've got crap spread out all around me, and I am trying to establish a small section of order here.
I am considering taking a run into Walmart--it doesn't matter to me if it is Owatonna or Rochester--to buy some of those organizer drawers--If I can get a five-drawer one, that would be ideal. Otherwise, I'd just get a couple of three-drawers and stack them. I have so much CRAP.
Something has to be done about it.
I wish I had the strength of will to SERIOUSLY thin my barbie collection--There is a lady on the Ebay Barbie Bulletin Board whose husband encouraged her to sacrific quantity for Quality. Thus she has a few really amazing dolls, rather than being like me, with (literally) hundreds of mediocre dolls.
If I could seriously get into doing OOAK's and selling them, that would take care of the problem pretty quickly--but I don't know that I could ever part with my vintage dolls. Especially the Skipper sized ones. I do have a few (very few) vintage dolls that would probably sell for $100 or so. Don't know that I would ever get much more than that for anything I own....sometimes I think that perhaps it would be good to just sell all those that don't actually "speak" to me in LOUD voices. Heh heh.
NO, I do NOT actually hear them talking to me. It is a figure of speech.
Well, I don't have time to write any more. DeAnn and I have just decided to go to a movie (The Island) and then to Walmart where I will pick up some organizational devices. I have to get dressed as I am fresh from the tub, and I have to unload stuff from my car so there is room for the organizational devices.
Kvetch (aka Peter M) is going on holiday by train in Europe, and I will have a sick worry for him in my tummy till he is safely home again--dare I say I have come to love the little stinker as one of my own punkins? He is like another nephew to me now--and is my adopted Pirate Son.
God damn all terrorists.
well, I gotta go.
Bye.
