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Junk Therapy

One day back in April I had a memory blip that left me a little upset; I thought I'd accidentally thrown away my medic alert cuff and a vintage bracelet I thrifted and really like. I made myself dig through the garbage can, all the while kicking myself for being so careless. I actually didn't throw them away; I finally discovered the missing items next to my laptop in the sewing room. I had absolutely no idea when I put them there, and still don't. That upset me even more. To just heap more depression atop my worries, this was also the same day I had to say goodbye to our last living cat Jericho some years ago after losing his brother Jak a few months before then.

It's part of ageing, and being a pet owner, but I got very depressed, so I decided I needed some junk therapy. I asked my guy to take me to The Old Packing House in Umatilla, my favorite place to find vintage fabrics, household items, and art pieces like these two painted wooden cats ($5.00 each) that I got just because I miss my cats.

I need some organizational containers for the sewing room, and these two simple hand-painted and decopauged cans with wire handles appealed to me (also $5.00 each.)

I don't have a cannister set for my kitchen (I know, but I've never found one I like until now.) This lovely vintage ceramic set has some dings and wear, but the seals are still good, and it fits in with my slightly shabby apples and pears ceramic theme perfectly ($25.00 for the set).

I want to make another quilt (possibly a bargello) in green prints, so I got some wonderful vintage fat quarter stacks for that idea ($3.75 each) and found a $12.00 mini quilt kit for $3.00. No, I don't need more fabric, but I needed more green in my life. Green is my favorite color, and always calms me.

I also found some yardage I need for another couple of projects ($5.50, $6.25, and $6.00) along with a spool of green metallic thread for $1.00.

After the shopping trip we went to visit our local no-kill cat shelter to make a donation, and spent an hour visiting with the kitties. That helped me work through missing Jak and Jericho. By the time I got home all my worries had disappeared, and I was ready to get on with my work and stop brooding over things I cannot change, and thus must accept.

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Maria Zannini said…
I'm so sorry to hear about Jericho. Hugs, my friend.

As you know, we've been bracing ourselves for losing Nana. Librela, which only masks pain, has really turned her around. She's happier than she's been in months.

We were ready to put her to sleep, but now it looks like we can keep her for as long as her joints hold together.
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