home: out with the old
I never do “spring cleaning” in Spring. Usually my efforts at cleaning are fueled by guests coming over, or finally coming out of a depressed episode or because I end up watching a Hoarders marathon and do not want to be like those people. As it happens today, the boy is coming over later and I’m finally getting to all those things that have been on the to-do list for a while. Tossing out old furniture, the old Christmas tree (fake, but finally at the end of its life) and putting out loads of recycling.
Not terribly exciting, but while cleaning up the patio–the freeze caused three of my ceramic flowerpots to completely disintegrate–I found what may be the oddest thing I’ve yet to discover out there. I’ve mentioned before that living on the ground floor and with a patio/terrace apartment, there happened to be more junk on my patio than I could generate by myself, mostly cigarette butts. But while bagging up trash this morning, I found a bowling pin. Not a real one, as I actually used to own a bowling pin, but I believe I got rid of it in a move purge… at least I hope I did.1 I just wish I knew which apartment tossed it down, as I’d love to toss it right back up… at a bedroom window… at 3 in the morning.
And from the “one man’s trash” file, while I was taking out bag after bag of trash and broken down boxes, I noticed that one resident was getting rid of an Eames style chair. (!!!) You have no idea how many times I kept looking at that chair thinking, “Oh, I’ll just maybe bring that back inside. Surely they can’t have meant to throw this away!” But I stayed strong, I’m sure it was tossed out for a reason, it did look pretty well worn and if it were a real one–they can go from $800 to $4000–there’s no way anyone in their right mind would throw it out over selling it to a vintage reseller. Still though, I could just see myself lounging in The Swanktuary, leaning back and enjoying a Black Pearl while watching Poirot… even if only for a moment. But one doesn’t pare down by bringing others’ junk into their place, I’m no hoarder.
In fact, I got rid of quite a bit of stuff as well as trash this morning, so maybe someone’s looking at my discarded Christmas tree or odd piece of furniture that I never really knew what to do with and thinking, “Hm, now why would someone throw this away?!” …so long as that person isn’t me, it’s all good.
1 When you own a lot of weird vintage stuff or just plain ephemera (junk), you tend to pack up your place to move by yourself just so you don’t have to explain anything to anyone.