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June 16, 2008

Quiet, Please

I wish I could get the insides to match the outsides. I mean, I wish I could get the internal turbulence, the bubblings up of discontent and frustration to match the beautiful, calm weather. Why can't I lounge in the sun and enjoy the silence? Why must I instead seethe and grumble and fester about how I can't do what I want to do because the things I need to do the things I want aren't available?

And yes, I can drive 90 miles to the nearest real art supply store and they might have the decorative papers I'm looking for, but why must it take me THREE HOURS round trip to get to a store that might have the things I need? I mean I can drive that far for art supplies, but if I'm going to put in that kind of time, I need it to be an all-day event, and not three hours of driving for the sake of a ten-minute store visit. I need to be planning to do more than just make one short stop.

Also on my list of discontents, why are there no good junk shops here that sell stuff for cheap? Why must everything be bought up greedily at estate sales & then re-sold at twice what the now-seller bought it for so that it's now out of my price range? I'm sorry, people, but I'm not paying $15 for a water-stained cigar box or $2.50 for a single tile shell or a dollar a piece for old postcards or $22.50 for a mason jar full of buttons. I can't imagine many people would. Which means that you have effectively taken these things off the market, making them of no use to anybody as they sit and molder in a dingy little "Antique Mall." I could be creating beauty with them, but not at those prices.

Plus, I'm discontented with my own attitude. I'm tired of being a crank and a lump and a whiner. Tired. of. It. Which means, of course, that I need to get off my ass and start doing rather than just pissing and moaning. God. What do you do when you're tired of your own company? You don't get into a car and make a 90 minute drive by yourself, that's for sure.

Right. I need to go buy some primer and some sandpaper, which I can get here (cue angel choir) and shut the fuck up and get to work.

Posted by sally at June 16, 2008 11:43 AM

Comments

I hear you!!! I have to drive almost an hour and a half to get to Dallas, OUR nearest city of size. (Which, in my book, means large enough to have an art supply store)

And, like you, the stingy antique malls here are nothing but scalpers. However, Dallas is insanely expensive, so things there are exorbitant, too. My FAVORITE place in the world is Goodwill. The two or three smaller towns around me have one each. It's still a 30 minute drive or so, but it's sooooo worth it. I love the hunt of it all. Everything's a messy jumble, but it's always different.

So----here's wishing you a Goodwill or two. Or maybe a Salvation Army? Thrift Town? GOod luck.

Posted by: OohLaLaura [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 17, 2008 01:33 PM

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