Not so much as an advertisement of sale* for the items, but more like a cerebral unpacking**, the follwing is a list of posessions which I hope to see dissapear (poof!) in the next four weeks and one day, exactly:
(Pay attention -- the creative movement of things and things and things takes focused effort. Capiche?)
1. A vintage, kelly green glass lamp sans shade; nice old pulley chain
2. Throw pillows, selected by Lindsay; not quite representative of her nearly perfect aesthetic
3. Emu Italian patio table; what's left of the leftovers from the Design Warehouse days
4. Pasqual's tee shirts, lots of 'em
5. A cross-section of my ridiculous bath product selection; roughly two dozen bottles of half-used smellygoods that promise everything from softness to, well, extreme softness
6. My beloved orange burlap corner ottoman
7. Fear of loneliness (not of being alone)
8. My car; and thanks to the magic of the internet, this is a link
9. A humble collection of memories of the past (nearly) two years in Santa Fe; which are likely to fade at an increasing speed starting on October 15th
10. A taupe mini-shift in silk for which I paid $78 -- later, Ann said she'd have done it for me for the price of an Asian Plate at Counter Culture: a difference of approximately $72.50
11. A perfectly good table fan, various chairs and benches, kitchen stuff for someone who might actually look at it and/or use it, sweaters, jammies, an alarm clock, the shittiest shit cellphone ever manufactured, and a well-loved string of pearls (of the potted variety).
Mmmm. I feel as if I've done a bit of constructive organization...
just a bit.
Cheers
Besos
"Bon Voyage!" you say,
Lizzie
*Which is not to say that items 1-6, 8, 10-11 are not for sale -- buyers welcome. Please?
**It's likely that I will pay you to take some of this shit off my hands.
