I offer my 16 x 20 zebra painting, a cool pencil drawing by my hubby, and 5 origmai bookmarks or a pick from my etsy shop :)

  I must get rid of the zebra because it haunts me.  Its just black acrlic and sealer on canvas.  Its finished, but then its NOT.  I love its simplicity, that was the idea.  But now it needs more. Argh... Let someone else figure it out.

My etsy shop is dragonfydelights.etsy.com, anything but the coffee cups.  Those things are expensive to ship! :)

Sorry if its too long.  I ramble.

So, I don't have a lot of interesting stories.  I do tell stories. My 3 year old likes to select objects in his room for me to tell stories about, i.e, ceiling fan, air conditioning vent, etc.  Those do require some creativity.  But I think I'll just stick to my own idiocincricies.

I do like to hoard.  Not hoard as in that show they just started airing about people that can't walk through their own house and run the risk of losing their kids (I'm sorry you're just freakin lazy), but in the way of I get obsessed with things and convinced I will never have any more and must therefore collect multitudes of them.  (Btw, I do run on sentences like its going out of style)

The first thing I ever realized I was hoarding was beans.  Yep, red canned kidney beans.  I was living alone with my oldest son, then 2.  I didn't make a lot of money, and ate a lot of beans and minute rice.  Money was a bit tight, and beans were cheap.  And what if I lost my job?  So each week during my grocery shopping, I would put 3-5 cans of beans in the cart.  I did not each THAT much beans and rice.  After about 6 months, I had a cabinet full of beans.  I didn't want to eat them, I might run out.  I certainly couldn't give them away.  They did ultimately all expire, but by then I had moved on to comet.

Comet, the powdered cleaning stuff.   The drug store sold their version for .33 cents each.  Boy did I load up on that stuff.  Never know when you might have an atomic bomb go off next door.  I would be prepared.  And I was, until the sink leaked all over my 18 un-opened cans, leaving me a chalky green lemon scented pile of cleansing sludge.

No worries, though.  I was now hoarding body products.  Suave, V05, the cheap brands, I had no problem using.  Anything Vicky's Secret or Bath and Body Works, or practically anything from the mall over $4.00 could not be used. I would receive such prettys for Christmas.  But when would I ever afford to get more??  Better not use them so I would always have some.  About 30 bottles of lotion, shampoo, conditioner, body wash and at least 4 tubs of body butter spoiled under my bathroom sink.  Never used.  Only after opening them all and smelling each one did I realize you just can't keep stuff like that for 5 years or more.

So I let it go.  I stopped hoarding for a bit.  I have an awesome husband, awesome name brand products that I actually am not scared to use, beans only when I need them, and I don't even use comet anymore.  I like Clorox. 

I thought it was over.

But, as of the past few months, I've found myself requiring paper.  Notebooks, journals, playing cards, envelopes, oragami paper, whatever.  It started because I wanted to do altered art and make notebooks and origami.  But I haven't done much of either, and I have a crap load of paper.  Will it end?  I don't know.  Micheals craft store has some awesome journals for a buck each.  I should get at least 20 just in case they run out.