My neighbours were painting their fence yesterday, a brighter green than anything found in their garden. Neighbour one, paint brush in hand, was considering the colour choice. Neighbour two, seated on steps, was pretty sure it had been a bad move on their part. Two ajacent neighbours were trying to delicately say that black might have been a better choice. Neighbours one and two, recently acquainted and lovely, asked my opinion. I danced around saying I thought the colour choice was slightly vomitable for saying "I think it takes away from the lilies" and leaving it at that. This morning, I'm thinking about the can of only slightly used paint. I don't really like it but it could be a nice base on the chairs in my back garden that desperately need a little something. Maybe with flowers or mermaids or something painted over top. I'm presently thinking of how to ask for something that yesterday I said I didn't like...
I blame it on being Scottish, this not letting anything go to waste thing. Except that it's resulted in a house full of crap essentially going to waste in a not too organized form, plus angsty type A husband. Enter: freecycle. Discovered this last month and freecycled my first item this past week, a pink ceiling fan that had been in the basement for about 3 yrs. Now it's helping out a woman who had no air conditioning: you post, stuff gets picked up, you see if anyone is offering things you want. I'm looking at the craptastic guitar and violin I'll never use, thinking, someone out there could really benefit. Having strangers come to my porch seems like just the decluttering tool I needed.
Yay!
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