Went out with PoPo today for a fundraiser blunch and then to look (again) at some furniture for the house. I definately need a change. Change is hard. I went and decided on some furniture then got the aggressive vibe from the sales people and talked myself out of it. Two of the peices were on backorder and honestly if I have to wait, they can too.

They don't need to hold onto my money for 60 days for the stuff to come from Denmark, just so I can put it together. I really am thinking that I want furniture that comes put together already. I am past IKEA I think. Big girl furniture should come already put together.

PoPo didn't exactly talk me out of anything, but she did talk me out of the configuration I was thinking about and placement and honestly it makes much more sence the way she designed it in her head. I love that about her. So smart.

So wait I will. Until I find absolutely the perfect peices. And honestly what I saw may just be, I am just not over the moon. And for a grand I have to be over the moon.

In my quest to purge myself of junk this weekend though I did take over 10 bags (more like 15, I stopped counting at 10) of trash: old magazines, old dead and out of date software, old trashed clothes, shoes (yes... shoes... how dare I?), old papers, old tapes that I have copies on dvd of, candle holders, lamps that didn't work but I thought I would fix, dead pens, old work stuff, a chair, an old tv that didn't work, a vcr, tons of crappy faded stationary, plastic plates and cups I bought for a picnic that my friends and I never actually went on but talked an awful lot about doing back in the day, a paper punch that long since lost its punch, some old costumey and ugly jewelry, a load of old ugly plexi picture frames for an installation I did in the house that lasted a month but was pretty damn cool, and some other crap that obviously is not notable. With all that gone you think there would be a huge difference. No. No, not really. I mean I see it sure, but really no one else really would. But, that being said I am sure the dumpster diving guy that rambles through on Sunday mornings had a delightful time. I hope so. Everything was left out just so he could see what was out. I came home and took another bag out to the trash and there wasn't much left. Another neighbor goes through the dumpsters at about midnight on Saturdays so I am sure he found some good stuff too. The clothes were in terrible shape though and I am sure goodwill wouldn't have done anything with them except rag them out so why bother. The good stuff was left out like at a yard sale. One video was left though, which is kinda funny. Batman Returns. HEY Paul Ruebens is in it! Fools.

Scarey what a pack rat mentality I have. Its learned behaviour. I learned from the masters. There is alot of work to be done. I have two storage lockers crammed with goodies. I have to figure out what to do with all that "stuff" there as well. I wish I could just call someone to take it all away so I didn't have to sort through it. That is the hardest part.

And until the house is cleaned of all the perferary stuff, I can't bring anything in. No big girl furniture. No anything. Shoes, Jewelry and Art (the arts festival is next weekend afterall) don't count.