- Books, books, books, including a signed copy of Cabal by Clive Barker.
- Photos. Some of which will be eventually scanned and shared with you lot.
- Assorted Sanrio goodies.
- Various odd little monster toys.
- Old journals, all of which are going to be burnt. Oh yes, they will be burnt.
- Gothy ephemera such as stickers, magazines, and pictures, which I am probably going to stick in some sort of scrapbook.
- A skull of some sort. Could be a horse, could be a cow.
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When the heck did we get the skull of a large quadruped? WHY did we get a skull of a large quadruped?
Would any of you Seattle-based folk want a large skull? (It might be a reproduction, but I don't think so.) If so, speak up and we'll figure out a way to get it to you. (Sorry, non-Seattle peeps. I don't want to contemplate packaging this thing for mailing anywhere.)
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Then I get to vacuum and hepa-filter the fuck out of the basement.
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It sounds like we need to start planning a goth/industrial scrapbooking party. Which would be very, very amusing.
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::ducks and runs::
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As for the basement, it will still be a storage area, but a better organized one with sealable containers, much less dust, much less like a room I'd rather forget.
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... unless they're very very sparkly, and don't ever move. Then they're okay.
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If we should have such a gathering and I manage to get there, I'll happily bring some of my stuff, especially my paper embossing stencil set and my ink/rubber stamp embossing powders and heat gun. What I really need to do is spend a long session with a good printer and safe paper, because I have an amazing collection of clip art images, from Japanese embroidery designs to old woodcut illustrations of insane people. My printer is sadly ancient and crochety.
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Mmmmm ... bones...
-Victoria
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*hugs*
-d, surprised to learn that spiders liked the peanut butter with which I'd bated my electronic mousetrap, and found one inside with it's legs shocked off (trust me, I laughed my ass off after I got over the heebeejeebees).