Only so much longer to go…

[janestarz]

Clock's ticking, and I'm packing. Between the dust bunnies and the yards and yards of rest-cloth (i.e. pieces that are too small to even make a pouch from but I still saved "just in case") I packed my larpstuff.

I got a little melancholic when I came across the new outfit for Tis, the nice white linen and dark blue tricot tunic with the moon embroidered on the chest. Kind of hard, packing up. Especially since I know I probably won't be attending any larps for the next two and a half months. It feels so final, so "it's the end of the line"-like.

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[troglodyteking.livejournal.com]

yards of rest-cloth (i.e. pieces that are too small to even make a pouch from but I still saved "just in case")

I think that is usually called 'scraps', although I seem to remember there is another more specific name for it. Of course, the word has decided to elude me for now. *sigh*

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[janestarz.livejournal.com]

Well, I threw the scraps away. Yay!

[troglodyteking.livejournal.com]

You threw them away? Why? Just because they are of absolutely no use? Sorry, I have some serious packrat tendencies. I tend to not throw anything away unless I have an express reason why I should. Where other people would throw things away because they have no reason to keep it, I keep it because I have no reason to throw it away. *smile*

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[janestarz.livejournal.com]

Er....I'm moving out of this appartment....
....into a room of 2x4 metres....
....I have no space for scraps....

[troglodyteking.livejournal.com]

Well, then, there you go - a good reason to get rid of them. If it were me, I would just be very reluctant about it.

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[janestarz.livejournal.com]

I was.
But they just had to go.
It was either me, or them.

[coen.livejournal.com]

I always throw everything away.

Recently, on my father's attic, I found the sketches for a comic me and my friends made in the 1980's for our schoolpaper. The last copies of the shoolpaper in which the comic was published, as well as the original drawings, were lost years ago. But somehow the sketches were saved.
The sketches were all done by me, even though most of the final drawings were done others. The sketches are covered with instructions to my fellow artists.
I don't remember writing these instructions, but they were in my handwriting all right.
Most of the instructions I didn't even understand, and I wonder if my fellow artists understood them back then.

It was fun looking at those sketches again after so many years, but what was I to with it. I could think of only one thing; throw them away. And that is what I did.