by M. Lizabeth Currain
I started going through some of my junk. Mainly I’m trying to get rid of a lot of stuff, so I have less to move out of my apartment. Some stuff is easy to get rid of: clothes that don’t fit, shoes you never wear, books you finished reading and didn’t really like, scraps of paper, etc. I find the most difficult thing for me to part with is crafting supplies. I’m talking crafting supplies that I have accumulated since college–we’re talking about six years worth of stuff.
A lot of it is left over fashion design stuff, from when I thought that was what I was going to be doing with my life. Ha! If I knew then, how shitty fashion jobs were, I would definitely have rethought that whole, “I’ll major in fashion design” on a whim thing. I have a lot of left over fabric and to be honest, I’m not sure I’ll ever be doing anything with it. I’d like to, but I was never super talented at the whole wearable fashion design thing. I liked working with felt, embroidery floss, and puffy paint. Basically everything I made looked like a 10 year old girl’s craft project from the early 90s. Maybe if I had stuck with that schtick, I could have been the second coming of Lisa Frank.
Going through my craft supply tub is like sifting through shattered dreams! If I’m not careful I am going to end up like on of those crazy hoarders that attaches a memory to the tiniest button. At least I didn’t find any dead cats in my stuff. That would have been especially troubling since I have never owned any cats.
It’s kind of interesting going through old things like that, it’s sort of a “what I used to be interested in” time capsule. At one point I was super into buttons and trims apparently. Zippers, ribbon, you name it, I came across it tonight. Also, puffy paint! I’m keeping that stuff until it dries up permanently. I’m afraid at some point they are going to stop making it and then what will I paint with? I was also very into novelty fabric–stuff with space ships and robots. Don’t ask. I know the reason, but just don’t ask. There was a period of time where I was drawing stick figure comics. Some of them were quite funny. If I had a way to put them on here I would. Although, they might only make sense to me and a few other people–they were tailored to a very certain crowd. My senior year, I got into screen printing. Finally tossed two of the three stencils I made away. I get really into things and then I lose interest, I guess. Jack of all trades, master of none type of thing maybe.
Throwing away stuff I made is especially hard, even if it’s ugly. It’s like I forget about it until I see it and then I have to think about whether or not to keep it. Some of the stuff I haven’t even set eyes on since I last moved two years ago. Sometimes I think that if I were to pay someone to come in and throw stuff away, I wouldn’t even miss half the stuff that got tossed out. Or maybe I would. It’s hard to say…and that’s why it’s so hard to throw stuff away! I may miss it! I may need that 2″ scrap of brown felt for something!
Here’s a photo that I took of some Magna Tac glue that I forgot I had left out. I think this perfectly sums up how I feel about my crafting stuff. If you forget about it, it just builds up and then explodes everywhere, rendering it useless.
And can I just say, that I love the fact that my blog comes up when people search “which days do people go grocery shopping in new york?” To that person, I say…EVERY GOD DAMN DAY.