Saturday, November 25
Nov. 26th, 2023 01:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
My Sweetie had the people from the ReStore come today, and take several things away for them to sell at their store, and the proceeds support building affordable housing.
I'm not sure what to call the woman from pottery, as there is a different person I refer to as my "pottery friend" (and that is the woman who is more like a once-friend). This woman's name is D. So, D from pottery?
D from pottery drove out today to take wood pieces from my husband. She and her father make things, and D is also part of the woodworker's group at the craft center (and is in pottery too), so can share some of it with people from woodworking.
I also sold her a nice, more or less new work bench that has been sitting in our garden shed for almost four years, unused. My husband bought that bench on sale at one point, and I didn't really use it much. When we tore down the trailer, it had to go in the garden shed, and it's been there ever since.
My husband wanted to keep it and use it in the garage, but REALLY? There is nowhere for it in the garage. No where. Plus, he HAS an excellent work bench all along one wall that is so covered in crap you can't see the top of it. The solution is not to get another work bench, but to put everything away so he can use the one that is already there.
So, we cleared a fair bit of stuff out, though it will take a while before it's really noticeable. The woman who said she wanted the old wooden chairs didn't show up.
It was really nice that this person came out to our place. Yes, she was picking out wood that she could use in her projects, but it was also social. I showed her the horses, ponies, and goats.
She came in for some tea, and we showed her around the house a bit, and talked about the process of tearing down the trailer and bringing the new house here.
I showed her some of my paintings, and she was very encouraging about it, which is nice.
I found it a little strange, I suppose "out of context" to have a person that I've known for a while from pottery come to our house.
I always feel a bit vulnerable when someone sees our place, because I know I'm kind of a cluttery, somewhat chaotic person in how we live. There's animals everywhere, I'm sure the house smells a bit from having cats (I can't smell it anymore, but I know it must smell a bit), and all of our furniture is mismatched and well worn.
I struggle with allowing anyone to see me how I am. How I do actually live, and I try not to apologize for it. I don't need to feel "sorry" for how my house looks, or "sorry" for "the mess" when it's just how I am.
No, I don't have piles of dirty underwear everywhere or old beer cans or anything, but I have craft stuff everywhere and stacks of books, and in general my sense of design is more like a slightly dusty curio shop than the average somewhat generic but inoffensively tidy living room.
It was nice that she came, and she didn't seem weirded out by our home, so here's hoping that maybe this can be an actual friendship where I don't feel like I have to apologize for being me.
I would love to just be able to be myself with someone.
After she headed home, we watched "The Equalizer", which is okay. The main character is a former "special agent" who "stands up for the little guy".
I learned that John Spilsbury is believed to have produced the first jigsaw puzzle around 1760, using a marquetry saw.
They're called "jigsaw puzzles" because they used to be manufactured from an imaged affixed to a sheet of wood, and cut into pieces with a "jigsaw" (or marquetry saw).
The puzzles first made by Spilbury were not really meant to be a commercial item, they were first made out of actual geographic maps, and regions/countries were cut out so that students had to put it together again, to help them learn geography lessons.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jigsaw_puzzle#History
My Sweetie had the people from the ReStore come today, and take several things away for them to sell at their store, and the proceeds support building affordable housing.
I'm not sure what to call the woman from pottery, as there is a different person I refer to as my "pottery friend" (and that is the woman who is more like a once-friend). This woman's name is D. So, D from pottery?
D from pottery drove out today to take wood pieces from my husband. She and her father make things, and D is also part of the woodworker's group at the craft center (and is in pottery too), so can share some of it with people from woodworking.
I also sold her a nice, more or less new work bench that has been sitting in our garden shed for almost four years, unused. My husband bought that bench on sale at one point, and I didn't really use it much. When we tore down the trailer, it had to go in the garden shed, and it's been there ever since.
My husband wanted to keep it and use it in the garage, but REALLY? There is nowhere for it in the garage. No where. Plus, he HAS an excellent work bench all along one wall that is so covered in crap you can't see the top of it. The solution is not to get another work bench, but to put everything away so he can use the one that is already there.
So, we cleared a fair bit of stuff out, though it will take a while before it's really noticeable. The woman who said she wanted the old wooden chairs didn't show up.
It was really nice that this person came out to our place. Yes, she was picking out wood that she could use in her projects, but it was also social. I showed her the horses, ponies, and goats.
She came in for some tea, and we showed her around the house a bit, and talked about the process of tearing down the trailer and bringing the new house here.
I showed her some of my paintings, and she was very encouraging about it, which is nice.
I found it a little strange, I suppose "out of context" to have a person that I've known for a while from pottery come to our house.
I always feel a bit vulnerable when someone sees our place, because I know I'm kind of a cluttery, somewhat chaotic person in how we live. There's animals everywhere, I'm sure the house smells a bit from having cats (I can't smell it anymore, but I know it must smell a bit), and all of our furniture is mismatched and well worn.
I struggle with allowing anyone to see me how I am. How I do actually live, and I try not to apologize for it. I don't need to feel "sorry" for how my house looks, or "sorry" for "the mess" when it's just how I am.
No, I don't have piles of dirty underwear everywhere or old beer cans or anything, but I have craft stuff everywhere and stacks of books, and in general my sense of design is more like a slightly dusty curio shop than the average somewhat generic but inoffensively tidy living room.
It was nice that she came, and she didn't seem weirded out by our home, so here's hoping that maybe this can be an actual friendship where I don't feel like I have to apologize for being me.
I would love to just be able to be myself with someone.
After she headed home, we watched "The Equalizer", which is okay. The main character is a former "special agent" who "stands up for the little guy".
I learned that John Spilsbury is believed to have produced the first jigsaw puzzle around 1760, using a marquetry saw.
They're called "jigsaw puzzles" because they used to be manufactured from an imaged affixed to a sheet of wood, and cut into pieces with a "jigsaw" (or marquetry saw).
The puzzles first made by Spilbury were not really meant to be a commercial item, they were first made out of actual geographic maps, and regions/countries were cut out so that students had to put it together again, to help them learn geography lessons.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jigsaw_puzzle#History
