Unpacking and Repairing
The day this project started I didn’t have a project plan. I had nothing. I’d signed myself up, but hadn’t committed to anything. I had ideas, but nothing concrete. And so, in desperation, I just went with this whole sh*t sorting thing, because I figured that I may as well go with the one plan that would see me removing junk from my life, rather than adding junk to my life. And so it began…
Later that same day I realised I couldn’t upload more than one photo to the 100 Days website, unless I made my photos into a collage. And when I made my photos into a collage the thumbnails showed half photos. And then when I tried to add paragraph breaks to my caption I found that the website just ran all my words together in one big clump, which I simply could not deal with. Nope. So I decided I’d better just share my project here, on my blog. At least that way I could control all the things.
The problem with the way this project has unfolded, is that I kind of feel like I’ve been forced into this whole thing. And some days I just don’t want to write about this sh*t. I don’t want to write about it because there’s nothing really to say. Because I don’t know how to make it funny anymore. Because I want to be more than just some frumpy old mother of four who tidies up her house. Is this the real Fern?
The problem with finding problems with my project now, is that it’s kind of too late to just stop. It’s day 84 of 100. There are only 16 days to go. And there are also a lot of people who have been inspired or motivated by all my sh*t. I mean, that’s what I’ve been told anyway. My friends say that their friends have been talking about me. In a good way. I don’t know if it’s actually true, but that’s what I’ve heard…
Anyway. This is all kind of off topic, but I guess I just wanted to share those thoughts, because I didn’t bother blogging yesterday and I feel kind of bad about it. But I also don’t feel bad about it at all. So once again I am a walking contradiction. That is the real Fern.
Yesterday we got home from a night away. Yes, one night. I’m an overpacker. And usually I’m an anti-unpacker. Usually.
Now that I’ve got my sh*t sorted out I have become a person who unpacks right away. Properly. This project has changed me.
Did you notice the lamps in those first two photos? Hopefully not, because I didn’t want you to notice them. But now I am pointing them out, because I actually sorted them out today.
I also superglued three of the fingers on my left hand. Not together, but there is glue all over my fingertips, which is making everything feel weird. I’m also beginning to wonder if this could be a good way to get away with murder: Just superglue all your fingertips so you don’t leave any fingerprints. It would probably work (but murdering people is bad, so don’t try it, okay).
If the lampshades fall down again I’m going to scream. Or maybe I will just buy new lamps. I’m sure the husband would appreciate me spending a little more money.
– Fern xxx