some explanation
Let me be clear.
I do not dust.
Occasionally I notice something that should be shiny isn't. I pick it up and wipe it on the butt of my jeans.
Seriously.
If I notice dust I blow it away or when forced by the impending visit of someone I know will notice I do dust the edges. I am a sloth. I am a horrible housekeeper. My late mother called me a schtoonk which is Yiddish for slob.
I am eternally grateful I married my soul mate, a man who couldn't care less about dust. He works at home and so before a client comes, he vacuums. If his business were busier, the apartment would be cleaner.
Seriously. I do not lie.
I am not a collector by nature.
People have made me a collector. They give me things.
I'll explain.
My late father gave me a key chain many many many years ago which said "being a Princess is tough. but someone has to do it" .. I was, as a little girl, his Princess. I used that key chain until it broke. A friend decided to replace it for me. I couldn't bring myself to use it and I didn't want them to think me ungrateful so I hung it on the shelf. Soon others thought I was collecting key chains. Now they all hang on the shelf. I am using the ring of the original key chain. The fob, the piece with the inscription, hangs on the shelf for me to see and remember.
I don't collect things.
You should see the mugs.
You should see the hearts.
Seriously.
ALL these collected items have been given to me under the assumption I collect them.
Okay. Total honesty. I do collect hearts but the hearts others have given me outnumber those I have bought myself.
And I do collect friends.
I hope you know I've added all of you to my collection.
I do not dust.
Occasionally I notice something that should be shiny isn't. I pick it up and wipe it on the butt of my jeans.
Seriously.
If I notice dust I blow it away or when forced by the impending visit of someone I know will notice I do dust the edges. I am a sloth. I am a horrible housekeeper. My late mother called me a schtoonk which is Yiddish for slob.
I am eternally grateful I married my soul mate, a man who couldn't care less about dust. He works at home and so before a client comes, he vacuums. If his business were busier, the apartment would be cleaner.
Seriously. I do not lie.
I am not a collector by nature.
People have made me a collector. They give me things.
I'll explain.
My late father gave me a key chain many many many years ago which said "being a Princess is tough. but someone has to do it" .. I was, as a little girl, his Princess. I used that key chain until it broke. A friend decided to replace it for me. I couldn't bring myself to use it and I didn't want them to think me ungrateful so I hung it on the shelf. Soon others thought I was collecting key chains. Now they all hang on the shelf. I am using the ring of the original key chain. The fob, the piece with the inscription, hangs on the shelf for me to see and remember.
I don't collect things.
You should see the mugs.
You should see the hearts.
Seriously.
ALL these collected items have been given to me under the assumption I collect them.
Okay. Total honesty. I do collect hearts but the hearts others have given me outnumber those I have bought myself.
And I do collect friends.
I hope you know I've added all of you to my collection.
