“Hey, what year did Ace of Base come out with “The
Sign”?” “Hmm, let’s see, I was with Ev. M at that time until I wasn’t and *sings ‘and I was happy then, living without
him, I’ve left him, oh oh oh!’* so it must have been late 1993 or early 94.”
Or, “Do you know what year the Hometown Buffet in Danvers
closed?” Well no, but I can narrow it down – I wouldn’t have gone there by myself, but I
did go there with someone, which meant I went with Ex-H at the time because he
liked the place, which means it was definitely after 2001, because that's when we divorced.
It’s like, I can remember who I “was”, or my persona, by
remembering who I was dating at the time.
It’s like measuring time in fashion, or living arrangements,
or weight. What year did I wear those sexy dark blue jeans that showed off my
booty so well? Let’s see… I wore them on dates with M of PGH, so that must have
been 2008. Or hey, that terrific sage striped t-shirt dress that fit me like a
dream? I was with Pokey at the time, which means I was living in my first
apartment (a 4th floor walk-up in Astoria) which means it was 1995.
So I realized something. When we do this, we are performing a
disservice to ourselves. We must remember to think of time in terms of us, not
in terms of other people, hairstyles, clothing, homes, meds we were taking, or the jobs we held. Instead, let's consider
who we are on the inside, our actions, our reactions, and our thoughts, and be able to communicate
who we are using those descriptors and facts.
All that other stuff is just window dressing, and it needs
to stay in the freaking window where it belongs.
Much like the Wall of Sound, my collection of out-of-date
wallpaper books was overwhelming. So in the spirit of de-cluttering (and who am
I kidding, to vent a bit) I decided to free the sheets from the books.
rip! RIP! RRIIIIIP! So satisfying! And I made good use of my
utility knife too, even having to change the blade. Working out aggression by
destroying something was surprisingly fun. I found myself just pulling the
books apart, screws and all, with tools and muscles. Huh! Who knew it would be that
great? (Not to mention the amount of space I freed up in The Clever Cat’s
Closet of Crafts!)
Anyway, halfway through my debauch it turns out I had not
been choosy in my pick of the papers. Appealing as they were, I did NOT need all the paper. So by the end
of the ripandsortfest, I was left with about eight or nine inches of
what I considered beautiful papers… and about six inches of other pretty
papers, just not exactly my style.
I posted to see if anyone could use it, and discovered that
one friend will be able to use them to create covers for personal books! I’m so
glad someone else can use them.
Hmm? What’s that? What will CC use it for, you ask? Well,
Barbie backgrounds, for one… one book I had gotten was of large-size pages of gorgeous
photographic murals; covering items such as wall switch plates – yes, decoupage;
general craft and art projects; and some are even suitable as art pieces on
their own. One page was so gorgeous I’m going to frame it. Teehee!
In addition, I also took apart eight or so outdated upholstery sample books, for Barbie rugs and one special hanging art project that I've had in mind ever since I got the books (however many years ago). I can't wait to do that one, but it requires thought, backing strength, and some engineering so I'll need to really figure it out. I'm excited!
Google really needs to stop taking pre-breakup pictures and videos and forming them into collages and events. I innocently opened the gallery on my phone to post a fun update on Facebook only to discover new creations featuring items from a month ago!
Auto Awesome, my sweet A. More like Auto Asshole, amirite?