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Gravity is being very clingy today: I am okay if I stay horizontal. Bugger. Was expecting just a leeeetle more zing.

Homecare failed to show today.

OutsideCat eventually either realised we weren't holding her prisoner and she could just calmly walk out the open back door, or more likely (I wasn't present at the time), made a brave and cunning dash for freedom and tricked us once again.

(I should point out that she *is* a loving and affectionate cat, but she doesn't manage change well and her default option when she's stressed is to not trust humans. When I sit in the yard she's all over me in no time, purring like a mad thing, and when she's inside she frequently sits on the ironing board to make it clear she'd like a pat and a hug please.)


So all I've done today is eat, feel queasy and regret the eating, put one load of laundry on the line and browse the pooterweb.

Have been browsing the modular storage system of my dreams (wardrobes and cupboards don't exist any more). The trouble about getting excited about modular storage is that, aside from the fact that getting excited by this sort of thing proves one has no life, you start to design the unit that is just what would be right for you...when there's no way you can afford it. Those modular beauties cost an arm and a leg, and that's only for starters. Later on, remaining limbs and even parts of your torso are handed over, as you toy around with more and more refinements and add-ons.

But you are already suckered in by the dream of furniture that adapts to you rather than the other way round. You can't stop.

Eventually your whole body is exchanged for a steel pole and mesh drawer construction, the perfect place for all that you have...almost....because there will be no place for your displaced, bodiless SOUL but by then you won't even notice that you have been transformed into a PARODY of your former self, so taken will you be by the pull out dresser shelf and that natty little shoe rack.

Although I must admit they do have some lovely 'jewellery' drawers that might hold a soul quite nicely. A draw of little compartments, so you can see it all clearly laid out. So much tidier than keeping it in a human body. No more soul searching because it would be all there tidily sorted and instantly visible - that would be a lovely thing, we could do away with religion, therapy and general wacky wooness for good.


And open, mesh drawers....mmmm.

*ponders some more*
Bugger it yes, I want to be reincarnated as an Elfa storage solution.


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Mar. 17th, 2010 06:16 am (UTC)
I rather like the idea of a soul being kept in a wire basket....which also makes me ask...do modular storage systems have their own souls?
*nods sagely to self*
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:45 am (UTC)

*looks thoughtful and impressed*

And at what point can the soul happen? Can the three drawer unit on castors have a soul, or does it need to be part of the full wardrobe?

*carefully avoids contemplating shoe racks*
Mar. 17th, 2010 07:57 am (UTC)
each bit has its own soul, a family.

does this mean that antique wardrobes are old souls?
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:29 am (UTC)
I strongly suspect that souls are a bit drippy and sticky for wire baskets, myself. Those clear plastic boxes might work nicely.

Oops, but do they need air holes?
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:38 am (UTC)
Ooh no, you wouldn't want air holes.

I know there are many drippy souls, but aren't they also kind of ethereal sometimes? They might float out.
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:43 am (UTC)
Ooh dear! Zipper bags, perhaps? Airtight freezer bags, to keep the soul nice and fresh. Plus you can label and date them. "Fey's soul, 3.15.09, expire or re-bag in 2011"

After all, many of us share a closet, we wouldn't want to get 'em mixed up.
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:42 am (UTC)
maybe something like those clear shoe-boxes you see everywhere now, with some air-holes drilled in, with tiny screens to stop the soul floating away? Can't commit wardrobe soulicide.

Edited at 2010-03-17 08:43 am (UTC)
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:44 am (UTC)
Now you've done it. All I can see is plastic shoe boxes with little fluffy clouds inside, batting feebly at the lid and smushing their little foggy faces up against the sides, looking sad.
Mar. 17th, 2010 09:03 am (UTC)
Oh God, me too, now you've said it.
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:23 am (UTC)
The jewellry drawers seem particularly appropriate for Horcruxes (or should that be Horcruces?).
Mar. 17th, 2010 08:28 am (UTC)
Mmm. ooh, organizer porn! I get several of their catalogs and am a complete Container Store addict. I spent weeks fiddling with and agonizing over our Elfa closet guts, and adored nearly every second of it except the bits where I had to do too much math and it cost a lot. But by God the only full closet in the house is MAXIMIZED for use. (The other sort of closet happens to have the washer-dryer stack in it, so only half of it was available to start with, and the other bit has a folding wheelchair and walker stuffed in beneath a lot of coats, so it's a dead loss.)

I long since replaced my soul, because I worked for the government and then a soulless corporation which ate souls, so I expect I have a nice letter saying "This soul has been replaced with this convenient document". I should put it in one of those tidy clear plastic envelopes, but at least it's filed neatly. Much less messy!
Mar. 17th, 2010 03:49 pm (UTC)
Wahaha now you have started off my ladderax obbsession again!
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