[RTO] Dark smells
Mar. 27th, 2003 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiai.e. scenting one's storage spaces.
she describes how to make your own -- which, if nothing else, sounds significantly less overwhelming (scent-wise, obviously more time consuming) than the crabtree& evelyn prefabs in my bureau that probably predate my move east. Not as awful as the wedding favor potpourri I would just throw in those drawers (may still even be there - I haven't checked). She urges you to use natural scents, which pretty much means mixing your own, rather than a lot of toxic bug sprays. (Note: most floral scents aren't natural. Read labels carefully.)
When cedar (which I usually see in sphere form) gets ineffective, try sanding it down to a new unexposed surface. Or rub cedar oil on the underside of drawers, where clothing is not going to touch it. In theory. I'm sure my T-shirt drawer is too full for such a luxury. (And I did weed it recently!)
Buy a box of matching scented soaps and tuck them around. I suppose that's one thing I could've done with all the hotel soaps I used to collect, back when I had a ~19 room house to fill.
I don't have such a space anymore. I wish my roommate would realize that.
My reverse-SAD is aggravated by the trash being brought in "because it's still useful, why would anyone throw this away?", by the sheer number of plastic bags being brought in every week (rather than buying reusable cloth bags), by dishes that didn't give me enough room to adequately clean mine (now it's all mixed up and neither of us feel obliged to deal with the other's), crap that never gets put away (which only demotivates me from putting my own crap away, a poo loop indeed). I've lost the front room seating area, (and guest bedroom/futon). This weekend I will try to summon the stamina to clean up enough to go forward with having a party the next. If I wait long enough, everyone will have made other plans and I won't have to fret about not having enough room.
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srakkt did get my post card, a month late, because I had the old address. He sent me a postcard made from an MRE box. Looking at the contents list, I suspect he probably could've made it out of the "food". Iron-fortified oatmeal cookie? This probably means raisins, but I envision a cookie that goes clink.
I am writing him letters full of nothing. I am so sure he wants to hear about the depression of someone who hasn't been deprived of running water for months.
I wonder how he'd feel about the performance art last night. I, an audience member, ended up holding a heart(? liver?) wrapped in an American flag. (Yarg. I hope I don't get imprisoned for that.)
she describes how to make your own -- which, if nothing else, sounds significantly less overwhelming (scent-wise, obviously more time consuming) than the crabtree& evelyn prefabs in my bureau that probably predate my move east. Not as awful as the wedding favor potpourri I would just throw in those drawers (may still even be there - I haven't checked). She urges you to use natural scents, which pretty much means mixing your own, rather than a lot of toxic bug sprays. (Note: most floral scents aren't natural. Read labels carefully.)
When cedar (which I usually see in sphere form) gets ineffective, try sanding it down to a new unexposed surface. Or rub cedar oil on the underside of drawers, where clothing is not going to touch it. In theory. I'm sure my T-shirt drawer is too full for such a luxury. (And I did weed it recently!)
Buy a box of matching scented soaps and tuck them around. I suppose that's one thing I could've done with all the hotel soaps I used to collect, back when I had a ~19 room house to fill.
I don't have such a space anymore. I wish my roommate would realize that.
My reverse-SAD is aggravated by the trash being brought in "because it's still useful, why would anyone throw this away?", by the sheer number of plastic bags being brought in every week (rather than buying reusable cloth bags), by dishes that didn't give me enough room to adequately clean mine (now it's all mixed up and neither of us feel obliged to deal with the other's), crap that never gets put away (which only demotivates me from putting my own crap away, a poo loop indeed). I've lost the front room seating area, (and guest bedroom/futon). This weekend I will try to summon the stamina to clean up enough to go forward with having a party the next. If I wait long enough, everyone will have made other plans and I won't have to fret about not having enough room.
srakkt did get my post card, a month late, because I had the old address. He sent me a postcard made from an MRE box. Looking at the contents list, I suspect he probably could've made it out of the "food". Iron-fortified oatmeal cookie? This probably means raisins, but I envision a cookie that goes clink. I am writing him letters full of nothing. I am so sure he wants to hear about the depression of someone who hasn't been deprived of running water for months.
I wonder how he'd feel about the performance art last night. I, an audience member, ended up holding a heart(? liver?) wrapped in an American flag. (Yarg. I hope I don't get imprisoned for that.)
