A long time ago two of my oldest friends came to my house because I wouldn't go outside for weeks at a time except to work. They were concerned. They staged a bit of an intervention, forcing me outside while they cleaned up my house and made me eat beef and basically tried to shake me out of the weird funk I was in. Things were better after that; I moved less than 6 months later and went to university and things were different.
I find myself slinking back into that state every so often. Usually I'll come home one day and realise the house is out of control and that I have hours of shredding ahead of me and it's time to take stuff to the charity shop and the dust bunnies behind the couch are the size of a small cat. Sometimes I just move and rely on others' disapproval to shame me into getting it together. Surveying the room right now... It might be getting close to that weird stage again.
Admittedly, it's been worse here than it is now. But I'm supposed to have my shit together now. I'm not supposed to have signs of cracking. And yet... There they are.
Clutter experts say that a cluttered home is a cluttered mind. Apparently depression has a direct correlation to the state of one's home. I'm not feeling depressed, at least not to the extent I have in the past, yet my house indicates something is not right.
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Yesterday I went to Fabricland for $2 Simplicity patterns (I bought 5) and half price bargain centre fabric (I bought 7 metres, three different, for $14). Ridiculous. But I'm feeling a bit mod lately and wanted to get some patterns/fabric to expand my dress repertoire. (I don't look mod in any way except for maybe my legwear, which is not enough to declare I'm a mod, because I don't listen to enough northern soul for that to be true. I don't even own a The New Constitution album!) Two of the patterns are retro (one '50s, the other '60s), two are retro-ish and the third is just sort of cute casual.
Following that I rode the bus forever and went to Rich and Christy's for dinner and a hangout. We had a lively discussion with his sister and her boyfriend about ghosts and premonitions and believing in encounters or not believing or whatever. It was pretty fun and I had to drag myself away just before 11pm so I could get up for work.
Which reminds me... I should go to bed.
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