Potential.
Potential, such as that is found in my garage.
Clearly, most of this stuff is hardly used, if at all. But to me it
is free stuff, because it was acquired, inherited and rescued from dumpsters so long ago, that, for me, it has been written off long ago. So it’s free. Shall we have a look?
Potential, such as that is found in my garage.
Clearly, most of this stuff is hardly used, if at all. But to me it
is free stuff, because it was acquired, inherited and rescued from dumpsters so long ago, that, for me, it has been written off long ago. So it’s free. Shall we have a look?
An ancient scooter. It has the potential to be an ancient scooter.
And I have boxes and boxes and boxes of dollhouse furniture. Wait! Don't call it dollhouse furniture: My mother's hobby was 1/12th scale minatures. Her dying wish: Keep it together and don't sell it. Okay. Now what? There's barely enough room for the things and people in 1/1 scale, let alone any 1/12th scale representations of such.
These lamps. Oh, I know you want them. I know you do! I think Nic really would actually want these.
My inline skates. Yeah, right. And tennis balls. Again, yeah, right.
Thonet chairs. Hm, will I ever take up caning? Yeah, right after tennis.
This cabinet: Supposedly, it came from the Old Country. The watch maker who first owned this house kept watch-making stuff in it. I flipped through a soft-cover book on how to organize by Martha Stewart. Apparently, neatness bliss can be achieved with an Old Country armoire, some matching baskets and some dried flowers on top. Okay. From the book, I still don't understand where to put the trashed surfboard. And frankly, the trek across the cold Atlantic and over the merciless Plains to reach California will prove less arduous than my actually moving that thing from behind the tool cabinet and those boxes of toxic trash. Must get those boxes to the disposal place.
Some of my old work in logistics. Just in case somebody rings the doorbell and asks, "Say, could you help me with an AS/RS warehouse?" I'm ready. Speaking of logistics and warehousing: Sewing patterns! Now that's more like it! These happen to all be in German. But we are working on the translations of the photo tutorials. All these sewing patterns have the potential to be trousers and dresses and tunics and jackets and coats and many happy hours. Tell your retailer what you'd like to have and we'll work to see that you get it.
These lamps. Oh, I know you want them. I know you do! I think Nic really would actually want these.
My inline skates. Yeah, right. And tennis balls. Again, yeah, right.
Thonet chairs. Hm, will I ever take up caning? Yeah, right after tennis.
This cabinet: Supposedly, it came from the Old Country. The watch maker who first owned this house kept watch-making stuff in it. I flipped through a soft-cover book on how to organize by Martha Stewart. Apparently, neatness bliss can be achieved with an Old Country armoire, some matching baskets and some dried flowers on top. Okay. From the book, I still don't understand where to put the trashed surfboard. And frankly, the trek across the cold Atlantic and over the merciless Plains to reach California will prove less arduous than my actually moving that thing from behind the tool cabinet and those boxes of toxic trash. Must get those boxes to the disposal place.
Some of my old work in logistics. Just in case somebody rings the doorbell and asks, "Say, could you help me with an AS/RS warehouse?" I'm ready. Speaking of logistics and warehousing: Sewing patterns! Now that's more like it! These happen to all be in German. But we are working on the translations of the photo tutorials. All these sewing patterns have the potential to be trousers and dresses and tunics and jackets and coats and many happy hours. Tell your retailer what you'd like to have and we'll work to see that you get it.
2 comments:
Say No to the Cabinet- he likes to live in the corner
you have the loveliest "junk." if that stuff were hanging about in my garage, i would have the hardest time parting with it, too.
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