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scrubjayspeaks) wrote2021-08-28 05:32 pm
scrubjayspeaks) wrote2021-08-28 05:32 pm
Today's Keyboard Smash
I spent part of the morning shopping the storage container. That's where we keep all the furniture that couldn't fit in the house (don't ask, it's complicated), as well as a lot of breakable stuff that either hasn't been hung up (paintings, photos, decorative plates, wall-mounted weaponry) or can't be displayed without additional furniture surfaces (see above re: tiny house). I've got a bookshelf full of, among other things, the very fragile bits and bobs I used to assemble an altar of sorts. I have had a deep desire to light candles lately, so I went in there looking for a particular rotating stand for pillar candles.
I emerged, rather later than initially planned, with:
Two brass candlesticks
A brass incense burner
Several packages of loose incense substances purchased circa 2004
A box of still more incense
A roll of small charcoal briquettes for, you guessed it, burning incense
A huge hunk of quartz
A polished stone orb and stand
Some sort of tube-shaped shell assembly (marine worms?)
...and yes, the rotating stand.
I also had a flashback to my teenage years when I found a book of matches from Wicks 'n Sticks, a shop I could not have told you existed if asked prior to this morning but which I could reconstruct from memory alone now that I've been reminded of it. This is the Suncoast Incident all over again.
I found a number of other things I either didn't remember I owned until I saw them again or knew I owned but hadn't consciously thought about in years. Since they got packed up in 2013 and put into a storage unit to await a new home, really, because I haven't unpacked a lot of things since bringing them up here. This has only increased my desire to purchase or construct some cube-style shelving for my bedroom wall in which to display plush toys and, apparently, psychedelic whale piggy banks from the 1970s. (Yes, really. There's a donkey one as well. Among many, many other things.)
I have also obtained two tapers for the candlesticks and finally, after probably more than a decade of hoarding them, one piece from a set of six large, mushroom-shaped candles. I've recently begun to have less and less patience for my own (apparently genetic) tendency to stash things away for, oh, the proper occasion. ~Wouldn't want to use them up; then I wouldn't have them anymore!~
Absolute garbage. I'm going to use things and enjoy them before I'm dead and it doesn't matter anymore.
So while I got writing done, I sat in my otherwise darkened room with lit candles and burning incense. It was lovely. My room is going to smell like a New Age store in fairly short order, as it did from the ages of, oh, 11 to 19 at minimum. It already looks like a witch's hut in there. Ought to smell like it too.
I emerged, rather later than initially planned, with:
Two brass candlesticks
A brass incense burner
Several packages of loose incense substances purchased circa 2004
A box of still more incense
A roll of small charcoal briquettes for, you guessed it, burning incense
A huge hunk of quartz
A polished stone orb and stand
Some sort of tube-shaped shell assembly (marine worms?)
...and yes, the rotating stand.
I also had a flashback to my teenage years when I found a book of matches from Wicks 'n Sticks, a shop I could not have told you existed if asked prior to this morning but which I could reconstruct from memory alone now that I've been reminded of it. This is the Suncoast Incident all over again.
I found a number of other things I either didn't remember I owned until I saw them again or knew I owned but hadn't consciously thought about in years. Since they got packed up in 2013 and put into a storage unit to await a new home, really, because I haven't unpacked a lot of things since bringing them up here. This has only increased my desire to purchase or construct some cube-style shelving for my bedroom wall in which to display plush toys and, apparently, psychedelic whale piggy banks from the 1970s. (Yes, really. There's a donkey one as well. Among many, many other things.)
I have also obtained two tapers for the candlesticks and finally, after probably more than a decade of hoarding them, one piece from a set of six large, mushroom-shaped candles. I've recently begun to have less and less patience for my own (apparently genetic) tendency to stash things away for, oh, the proper occasion. ~Wouldn't want to use them up; then I wouldn't have them anymore!~
Absolute garbage. I'm going to use things and enjoy them before I'm dead and it doesn't matter anymore.
So while I got writing done, I sat in my otherwise darkened room with lit candles and burning incense. It was lovely. My room is going to smell like a New Age store in fairly short order, as it did from the ages of, oh, 11 to 19 at minimum. It already looks like a witch's hut in there. Ought to smell like it too.