Over the past few months I have spent a lot of time thinking about what I own, need, don't need, want and don't want as I destash my family's worldly goods in preparation for moving to Australia. Today I spent the morning out with my son then before launching back into the destashing, I spent a few minutes eating an enormous bowl of Stoup (it is fusion food - old family recipe - it is reheated left-over stew/soup usually with grated cheese on top) while muckingaround in Interwebland.
I came across something interesting on Jen's Seedling Clothing blog. Art student Rebecca Marshall is asking for contributions to help her with a project. She needs participants to write anything they want, on anything they like, on the theme "because we are all different and need different things" then scan or photograph it and email it to her by Friday 28th to firstname.lastname@example.org .
This struck a chord with me. What do I need?
Maybe some togs. Mine dissolved in the hotpools at Waiwera last weekend. It wasn't pretty but with my planned new My Sister Pat swimsuit it soon will be.
Perhaps some plates. Surely some of my grotty old ones will get smashed in the move and I'll have an excuse to buy some new chocolate ones from Ich and Kar and some dreamhome substitute ones from People Will Always Need Plates.
I'll need an excuse to sew as I'm missing it so much. A Rob Ryan design skirt kit from Clothkits should do the trick.
I'm always on the hunt for dishy sandals I can actually walk in. I feel some Camper Twins coming on.
I sold my bike but I'll need something to hunt the groceries with. I quite fancy a tricycle but my family mock me by pointing out that the Trademe seller describes these as suitable for "the physically challenged".
Oh what a big fat lie. Firstly, that virtual consumerist pig-out would virtually bankrupt me. Secondly, even though when Zest in The Press profiled me last year they called me "Material Girl", the truth is I'm just not into stuff anymore. Sometimes I think that if our shipping container fell into the sea that it would be quite liberating.
The image at the very top of this post is from a fabulous site called "The Museum of Scientifically Accurate Fabric Brain Art". (From the site: "While our artists make every effort to insure accuracy, we cannot accept responsibility for the consequences of using fabric brain art as a guide for functional magnetic resonance imaging, trans-cranial magnetic stimulation, neurosurgery, or single-neuron recording." Hahaha!) The image is of a hooked rug by Marjorie Taylor. I have to admit, I feel like I need that rug.