(Disclaimer: I’m sick so this post is going to pretty lazily written and probably not even spell-checked)
Saturdays are pretty awesome. I got to sleep in a bit, had a Dough by Rachelle brown butter glazed donut and a macchiato from Sam James, and bought a bunch of junk.
Dave and I were in The Junction on a failed secret mission. We ran out our parking meter time at a used book store that reminded me of an episode of Hoarding: Buried Alive. We didn’t buy any books but we did enough pack-ratting at the Value Village on Bloor.
Above is part of our haul. In the housewares department I picked up: a weird “Good Morning FATHER” mug ($0.69), a Dynaware brown floral dish ($2.99), a patterned milk creamer ($3.99) that I’m going to use as a planter for a small jade plant, four small plates with a blue wheat field pattern ($2.49 for four), a beige mug with blue rim ($0.69) and a little yellow glass pitcher thing ($2.49) that I find adorable.
Not pictured: 24 books from the 28 book Time-Life Good Cook series. Dave will probably do a post over on his blog, but each book was $2.99 with every 5th book free (though the cashier forgot to account for this, so we’re gonna go back next week and get our $12 back). The books we’re missing are Candy, Dried Beans and Grains, Preserving, and Wine.
Dave and I mulled over whether or not to buy all the available books for about 20 minutes (mostly because we weren’t sure where to put them in our tiny apartment). We obviously bought them anyway, but whenever I buy things like books I can’t help feeling a little weird inside. There’s something about buying more stuff that gives me a tiny existential crisis—I can’t help feeling bad for whoever has to clear out all my stuff after I die.
I don’t like being attached to stuff (but I am) and hoarding stuff (but I do). It’s an icky combination of feeling bad about my attachment to mortal things and being scared of dying. Oddly enough, buying housewares doesn’t phase me!
On a lighter note, I think I figured out the Hoarding Life Cycle: Hoarder buys junk from Value Village, hoarder dies amongst their junk, relatives find hoarder’s body weeks later and then donate all the junk to Value Village, cycle repeats.
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