Just mid morning. Multiply this X 3.
I have gone through all the baskets except for the 3 very small scrap baskets. I might leave them for a while. This was enough. The complexity of the ordering was so much that i can't even have the what it takes to tell you in this moment. It makes a very odd kind of sense, hard to describe.
My scrap family.
and in the bedroom, on the utility shelves is More. But not in the form of scraps, rather pieces of whole recycle clothing. Shirts, skirts, etc. Who knows when i might get to that. Maybe never. It's my bedroom, so…no one needs to know.
But it was like being hypnotized, the feeling of picking up each scrap, looking and feeling and deciding. A separate reality. Cloth world.
And the most interesting thing was that i KNEW them. I was not surprised by any so small piece. I remembered them even if i hadn't seen them in a few years…i knew/know them.
So tomorrow i'll vacuum the shelves and the toy box where the baskets live and maybe even wash those curtains on that side of the ROOM, hang them out to dry, put them back and then put back the baskets. All newly ordered and quietly talking to themselves. Hmmm. How Amazing it is.
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