Recycling At Its Best

I spent the day moving china closets and dressers and chests of drawers out of the room that will eventually be mine, then I ordered a wireless router so I can use my own computer. Believe it, or not, there are still several big things to move out of this room, before I can even think about making it mine, but I get a little closer every day.

My poor sister is the world's greatest collector, which can be nice. Besides all her own little collections, she has things the whole family didn't want, that she has kept. She has a unique little theatre chest that was once mine. The bottom two drawers hold lingerie, or clothes and the top drawer opens to reveal a large mirror that tilts up for make up, or whatever. She also has my small antique drop leaf side table that I am going to use for a desk. I even found a book case in the basement that will be just right, so I will only have to buy a new mattress. This is recycling at its best!

Tonight we carried her old dresser out to the garage and made way for the next big move. We will move the china closet filled with her doll collection out of my room into hers in the morning, if we can still move. I am already feeling the effects of muscles that have been over used and abused, but I can see my room emerging.

I can only equate this to sculpting, where someone takes a chunk of wood, or marble and slowly hacks out the statue inside. The room I envision is appearing in the same way. and so far I don't miss anything I left behind. That in itself is liberating.