Immediately following the post about how I should de-clutter my life, is a post about all the new shit I've acquired.....

The last month or so has been pretty awesome for DI shopping.
Here's the latest stuff I've turned from shit to super awesome :)


This cupboard was $15, I spent $8 on new hardware and used paint I already had.
TOTAL: $23

I've learned from putting all my yarn in a central location that I'm partial to wools and the orange variety.  The sweet picnic basket on the cupboard is also a DI find from last fall.




I got this dresser for $8 and spray painted the original hardware. I also used paint I already had. It now lives in the kid's room.    TOTAL $8

These chairs were $11 and I spent $10 on spray paint. I think they add a much needed lovely pop of color to the porches. And I resisted painting them green. I usually want to paint EVERYTHING green :)  TOTAL: $21

I've been wanting a hose box forever since I usually just roll it up on the ground somewhere. I was pretty excited to find this one for $10, but it was pretty scratched and beat up. So of course, out came the spray paint!  God I love spray paint. This exact box is sold at Walmart for $50.
TOTAL:  $15

Do you SEE why I can never part with ANYTHING?!  The fact that I can see potential in pretty much everything is ruining my life :)
Good thing I'm not claustrophobic.


Wait till you see the super sweet desk I bought to use as a potting table........

The junk in my trunk/house/garage/mom's storage bay.

My friend Ben has been back from grad school for several months and last weekend was the first time I'd been to his apartment. (= awesome friend)
While I wandered around his place half wanting to pick up random items to see how much they were because I felt like I was in a mini IKEA, I noticed how CLEAN it was.  Not just clean, clean.  Modern/Minimalist clean.   His place came out of a catalog. One that screams trendy classy bachelor with a hint of rock star.  I was sortof jealous.

After we left Ben's, I was super gung-ho to de-shit my house.  I'm a pack rat. This is no secret.  I can't throw anything away.  What if I need it one day? What if, in like, 47 years, it's worth money? *sigh*
I have far more crap than any under-30-year-old should.  I have a house that is completely full of treasures AND a garage.  And I keep finding more.
I have major anxiety separation issues from material objects.  Maybe they mean something to me, but more than likely, they don't... but I can't get rid of stuff.
What the fuck am I ever going to do with a 20 quart container full of beanie babies circa 1998?  I do not know. 
Can I get rid of them.  No.
Do I need an intervention? Yes.

On the way home (before dozing off and being woken to Manny slamming on the brakes and screaming making me borderline piss myself and spit drool as I screamed... I still need to MURDER him for that....*puts on To-Do list*)
I thought about stuff I could bear to part with. I thought that I'd try and get rid of some shit.

Fast forward to today.  So far I've given away a box of cabinish decor from when I first got married and my husband wanted his house to look just like his moms. This went to someone that actually HAS a cabin, so I felt pretty good about it.
I've also started a pile of random other shit. 
So far it contains baby yarn from 1975 and two games I've never played.
This is a big deal, people.

Ok, so baby steps.

I had a thought that I'd take all this stuff I plan on gathering to the DI, and then I thought about having a yard sale. AND THEN I thought that the 1975 synthetic baby yarn would probably be strong enough to hang myself with because the thought of having a yard sale makes me somewhat suicidal.   Love to attend yard sales, hold one, that's another story.

I guess I'll see how much crap I do gather up, and then maybe I'll just put it in the garage for a yard sale 10-12 years from now.   Yeah, that's it.

Btw. I totally had a birthday.

Birthday O-Niner + 1 was a great success.

I had a great dinner at Andy's with 11 of my bests.  

These people are awesome and make a girl feel super special.

 I feel like I was seriously spoiled this birthday 

Thanks guys  :)

What a shock. Another food I like. Weird.

My friend Amy invited us to her boyfriend's crawfish boil last Saturday.
I have to say, I was quite apprehensive, but thought that we should probably make an appearance.

The thought of eating things with a face gets to me, but eating something that you actually have to remove its face yourself...   whoa.

I was a champ and tried not to be a pussy, but was immediately told that I'd starve to death if I kept trying to keep their little bodies intact. After I got the hang of it, I wasn't too disturbed... but this doesn't mean I'm going to apply for jobs as a butcher or anything.

The only picture that proves I was here, I look like a Troll. So that's not ever seeing the light of day.

I'm really glad that we went, it was certainly a great new experience.   I'm not rich enough to fly crawfish in from Louisiana, but having one of these parties would definitely be a good time  :)

I know exactly what people with human toddlers go through, PLUS my kids don't speak English and can get on the table without using a stool.

So... my cats are like obnoxious little shadows that meow and shed.
They follow me everywhere.
I go upstairs, they go upstairs.
I get in bed, they get in bed.
When I'm outside, they follow me around from inside the house ruining blinds so they can see me.
They cry when I'm in the bathroom and have the audacity to shut the door with them on the other side.

This past week was spent crafting new drapes and pillows for my living room, but not without the "help" of my fattest shadow, Sammy.

She had to be involved with everything that was going on (sleeping on ALL my fabric). I'd put her in the other room, and soon enough she was back on the table napping.

Then her 'helping' got a little more aggresive.

It really is a wonder that I get anything done with my little furry
minions who have no respect for personal space.

Here are the finished products!

I love my fat little meatball, and really do love that she doesn't understand boundaries.... but sometimes it makes life a little difficult... and hairy.

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