More arty than organized!

Here is my makeup drawer after last weeks cleaning rampage. I got rid of a huge bag of makeup, I don’t buy it, Pepper keeps shuffling her cast offs to me. I keep thinking I could use that huge bag pf makeup and nail polish for an art project….could I? Pfffff I doubt it….who knows? Lies all lies I tell myself. I need to get real!

Bear with me; I was forced to change my blog to the new version. I’m so glad I did, but I am still flailing around trying to find what suits me best. I only wish they had better fonts.


Its official, I received an dork's newsletter in my email, from a KingDork website in Victoria B.C. they had all my names on it, Sherrie, giggles, Happytiler, spelt perfectly, so I suspect someone has figured out I’m a dork. I find I’ve become more of a recluse than a dork lately. Although I do admit to being cooler in my youth, and more of a dork now. Probably recluse and dork go hand in hand, down the road of cyber heaven.

I just find myself wanting to sort my house and life out. Sometimes you need time alone to figure it all out. Artistic endeavors seem to take time alone too. Right now, happiness for me, is being alone. I chat with the kids on a daily basis, work on some writing, and have many projects I’d like to tackle. Including more purging, I just find car problems and annoyances as such, a huge pain in the ass.

My mother’s words still echo in my ear, “when you’re in your twenties and thirties you really want nice things, as you get older you want less, so you start to disperse of items.” When I look around my house, I wonder, WHERE THE F#%@ DID ALL THE STUFF COME FROM!


Don’t get me wrong, I love the ambience of beautiful things, but they are exhausting to maintain. I really want more simplicity than I have. I’m in the “getting rid of STUFF phase” while my almost twenty-one year old is bringing in more junk, okay stuff. At Christmas she saw dishes she wanted, so they are stored, guess where? My spare room! That girl has difficulty parting with anything, and she plans to live with me forever, so maybe one day she will break out the dishes. Today out of blue, she read me her list of goals, on her list is to disperse of two garbage bags of things. Phew……( Sherrie wipes brow) now we don’t have to have that talk! We’re on the same page, thank goodness!

So here I sit, procrastinating, computer loft in total disarray, awaiting my return of sorting out random papers. I despise any paper sorting, usually dedicate a few days here and there to sort bills into perfect little piles, shredder in hand. That's a separate job from this, I need one of those people to stand over me with a big stick and give me permission to throw things away I’ve had since the seventies. No I don’t plan on using them. As soon as I purge something old, the kids get a hankering for it. I’m no better because, I keep fooling myself into thinking I might need it for a project…. What’s a woman to do? I like things clean and tidy!