The Weekend

I started off with the best of intentions...what I mean to say is I started off the weekend with a rather lengthy to-do list. After countless weekends spent at Costco, Home Depot, Winners, Lowe's gathering stuff...now was my time to spend time in my apartment, putting things together, organizing...nesting, as it were. As Tracey so aptly explained, "You are the mama bird, and you've been gathering twigs for your nest, and now it's time for you to arrange the twigs.
And here's what I can tell you, arranging twigs is a lot of work. It requires patience, imagination, commitment and confidence. Are you confident you want to hang that picture there? Are you sure? Yes. And where does this go? You have to decide. I found all that decision-making exhausting. Here's what I did: I put up two clocks (two broken clocks...I've decided I'd like to collect broken clocks...there's something I like about a broken clock...it says something rather profound about time stopping, or maybe it's just kitschy, I don't know, but I do like the idea of collecting them. I ironed. God, I ironed. Three blouses and it was godawful. That is a chore, I will always hate, I cleaned my kitchen, I repotted my parsley and basil plants and I napped. It was a good start, I think. And I will do more

On Sunday, I met Carrie to go antique shopping at St. Lawrence Market and it was exactly the kind of thing I like to do. I was very much in my element. I kept wanting to buy things that took me back to my childhood. I wanted to buy a small bronze figurine of the Eiffel Tower (I'd had one when I was 7), I wanted to buy a First Nations doll, all clad in suede with her hair in two long braids (I'd had one when I was 8) and I wanted to buy a Ukrainian Stacking doll (I'd had one when I was 6 or 7) and I did buy one.

And I've decided that along with broken clocks, this would be a very good thing to collect.