Melbourne

I’m running out of the little fancy tins and sachets that were meant to entice catling and forgot to get more so just opened one of the bigger generic tins… and she’s happily been eating that again! Even with meds mixed in. Maybe the strong fishiness of the dark tuna mince covers it up. Or maybe she’s just a faddy eater.

There is so much crap in my house that isn’t useful for me…

I think I’m going to donate this can of dry shampoo. I bought it for bad fatigue days but the scent has changed drastically from years ago and is now overpowering. I already had to be careful using aerosols but the perfume is just too much. It’s clean, new, only used a couple of sprays so maybe someone else might like it.

Same with this soap I used to use. It’s feeling a lot harsher on my skin and I now prefer a different brand so maybe the unopened boxes can go to the community pantry. The used bar is next in line for hand soap duty and the opened but untouched bar can be wrapped in leftover Xmas paper and labeled with the brand.

The crop bras I dislike too. The sub-variety of Ensure drinks that contain an aggravating ingredient. A few other toiletries that aren’t getting used.

All of these would work just fine for someone else.

These jeans get one more wash and if they still smell they are gone.

It’s a massive pain in the butt that I had to unravel the string bag… it took me a month and was almost done… but I might start again to finish the yarn. Hopefully I can get the hang of holding the yarn properly and learn how to work with that really fast rhythm.