April 22nd, 2010 | Author: trancejen
Yesterday I went through the rest of the beads, the yarn, the knitting needles, the mosaic tiles, the paints, and the other assorted craft crap in the house.
I could seriously make a fortune on Etsy, kids. I could whip up some knitted penis cozies or mosaic baby Jesuses or beaded swastika pendants and become the next goddamn Martha Stewart.
Instead I create questionable furniture and scarves (I can only knit square things) and jewelry that will probably have to be sold at the garage sale, things that will have to go even though they have indeed been crafted with looooove.
I packed everything away for the move. What I am going to do with my hands now, I have no idea. Probably more packing.
It never ends, seriously. I finish one little sad corner and look at the mountainous piles of crap to come, and I am overwhelmed.
What I would really like to do is post this ad on Craigslist:
Come one, come all! HUGE blowout sale! All the crap you can carry! Bring your truck and your shopping bags! Five bucks a bag will net you endless treasures! We have everything from pianos to ping-pong balls, and it all Must Go! Come to Trance House on Trance Avenue this weekend from 9AM to 5PM this Saturday and Sunday for the sale of a lifetime! Don’t miss it!!
That would be pretty fucking sweet. Alas, my mother will not go for it. So, we are listing things on Craigslist one at a time, getting very few responses, and feeling quite frustrated.
The piano is going soon, and I have mixed feelings about that.
We purchased the piano when I was about three or four and began to take lessons. I played classical piano until I was well into my twenties, and actually had quite a knack for it. It landed me quite a few jobs, playing at parties and weddings; and, as some of you may remember, playing the organ at a Christian Scientist church for many years.
THAT was certainly never dull.
Anyway, it will be sad to see my beloved piano go, but the fact remains that I really haven’t touched it in a good few years, partially because it is horribly out of tune, and partially because I am a sight-reader and find it terribly hard to read sheet music these days, what with my vision being what it is.
I would dearly love to find it a good home, maybe with someone with kids.
I suppose I’m talking about it like it’s a pet, but it is like a pet, a little. I loved it, played with it, and got to know it well.
My grandfather, God rest his soul, would probably be outraged to know that I no longer play, and more outraged to know I’m getting rid of the piano, but we really are going to have nowhere good to put it.
Sigh.
If there’s one thing I have a serious emotional attachment to, I suppose that would be it.
In other news, there is no other news. There is only packing.
Happy Thursday.
Packing sucks. UGH. The purging though? I always enjoy that. I feel that when I get rid of things, I open up space for new things to come into my life be it objects, people or experiences. Maybe with the piano finding a new space elsewhere, something/someone else with come home to roost, so to speak, in that space. Ya never know.
I was able to get my piano from my folks when I moved into town and bought my first house, thank goodness. Packing stinks…I had the same issue as you – to much crafty stuff that I had good intentions for when I bought it, however it never seemed to get to the top of the project list. Craigslist is tough, but I had some good results.
You didn’t ask for advice or assvice, so feel free to disregard. I had to part with my piano a few years ago and was also quite sad about it. We donated ours to a nearby school. At the time I was rather irritated that the particular contact I had was kind of a douche about arranging to pick it up (seeing as we had our movers move it out of the apartment and all she had to do was get some damn parents to roll it across the street and into the school WTF)…but in the end I was glad to know that it went to kids. Just a thought.
In a similar vein, when my Aunt & Uncle downsized to assisted living, we had a bunch of stuff leftover after their estate sale. Basically I put an ad on Craisglist that said something like, “Estate Sale Aftermath! Everything leftover is FREE! BYOB (bring your own boxes/bags)” A bunch of people came by from the totally normal like the young couple just starting their own home together to the freakazoid who was taking expired canned goods and 20-year-old spices.
Not assvice at all, people. Good stuff!