Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder!

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So… funny thing…  I found myself watching a few of those TV shows on HOARDING!.  Such a mix of feelings.  Unbelief that someone could let things get that bad!  Grossed out!  Creeped out!  And of course the bad feeling of self-righteous  judgment.  I feel bad for the people trapped in their addiction or inability to let go of things, I feel bad for the family members who are shocked and angry by how bad the situation is (especially when there is rat infestations and all the mess that goes with that!)  I cringe for the neighbors who find themselves forced to live with the “running over” affects of garbage, filth and infestation.  It’s amazing to me that over and over the hoarder would  say they found comfort in their hoard!

WELL!!!!  After watching the last one let me tell YOU I was inspired to go clean my guest room.  I threw away more junk and packed up more stuff for the thrift store then I would have if not for watching that show.  Later, I was talking to daughter on the phone and she laughingly said that with a hoarder it always starts with just one room.  The guest room was my starter.  I think I am okay now!  Safe from being a hoarder until the next go- round of garage sales starts up.

I found some interesting pictures that might not be beautiful but are interesting.:

Peek a Boo Mushrooms

Peek a Boo Mushrooms

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Contrasts of Brown

Delicate Green

Delicate Green

Outer  Space?

Outer Space?

Rusty Branch

Rusty Branch

Bark Managerie

Bark Managerie

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Rustarama Moss

Squirrel Diner!

Squirrel Diner!

Can you find the frogs?

Can you find the frogs?

In closing, Mom was right when she made me clean my room before I could go out and play.  Some people just need their mom to check on them once in awhile!  Hope you find beauty even in the hard!  (You probably thought I should say “even in the hoard!” but that would be asking a bit much!)

Kimmy

PS:  Kids, I promise… I will really try to get rid of all the junk I have hoarded… I mean stored in the crawl space before I go to my eternal home.

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