I Have Too Much Stuff!
Way too much… like, I’m a hop and a skip from a hoarder… okay that’s a bit of a stretch but I have huge stockpiles of everything in no particular order: candles, greeting cards, objet, rubber bugs, miniatures, dvd’s, cd’s, body products (body scrubs, creams, oils and masks, bath salts, bombs and bubbles, face products) Art, SHOES, nail polish, make-up, books (soft & hard cover and art books), clothes, props & costumes, hats, wigs, jewelry, dolls, photographs because I love to take photographs, gadgets, magnets on my fridge, toys- including some action figures and four deluxe light sabers.
I even have two kitty litter boxes. I bought the second when I went to Europe just in case my kitty sitter didn’t stop by my apartment every day. At least I have a cat. I have a friend who keeps an empty litter box. I remember the conversation we had when I asked her about it:
“Where’s your cat?”
“Oh, Buttons. She died three years ago.”
“Oooh … And you kept her litter box …” I try to look sympathetic and bend the words “litter box” as though I thought it the sweetest gesture ever and not in the least bit crazy …
“Yeah, I keep meaning to get rid of it. I have some of her cat toys too, over there in that box on the table…”
I’m not quite that bad though I did hold onto the handmade ceramic kitty bowl that belonged to my last cat – “Kitty” who lived for 19 years.
Have I ever mentioned that Shana Punim pees in one litter box and poops in the other? I swear!
Too much shit I tell you! I have a very large apartment and I refuse to bring in another thing. I tell people:
Dont bring me a hostess gift, take something with you when you leave!
And yeah, I have thought about Ebay and having a garage sale. And Craig’s list.
Too much shit. I have too much shit.
And it mostly makes me happy. But sometimes I have this recurring dream where I find an entire wing in my apartment with all these glorious built-ins and cabinets and other types of storage. Sometimes I dream that my floors are clear and my home is very minimalist.
Surely my dreams are a sign right? A sign that I have too much shit.
However, it’s good shit – really good shit, just too much of it.
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