The Cerebral Librarian

Wishing you peace, love, and joy this holiday season!

I just went through my Tumblr archive… I miss you guys so much! Sending you all Piccolo love 8 )

—Alani

Hey pics (honorary and otherwise). I haven’t tumbled in a while so I would like to break my hiatus with this… MY FAMILY is BANANAS!

So, as you know I’m moving to Charlotte and into my new apartment. It’s cute. It’s a little 2 bedroom and the price is right. I’m happy with it.

Lemme ask you a question, for a fresh out of college kid moving to a new place what is deemed acceptable furniture? Futons? Some assembly req. and DIY TV stand and computer desk kits? Maybe a makeshift kitchen table made from a card table with”matching” lawn or foldable chairs? You know stuff till you get what you really want?

Answered yes? Well me too. But my folks seem to have other plans. I’ve had relatives who’ve passed and my sis and I have inherited their stuff.

This has prompted my loved ones to (though fueled by good intentions and excitement in helping me furnish my first place) insist that I take all that I “might need.” After much debate and conversation about the space allowances of my QUAINT (read: small, little, and/or cute&economic) I have found “might need” to be a term inclusive of a lot more than I had expected.

“Might Need” has come to reasonably describe a bed and bedroom furniture, linens (like towels, sheets and such), dishes and flatware. I’m okay with this.

“Might need” has also become more than unreasonable in it’s description as some members of my family have interpreted it to mean 3 bedroom sets (dressers, vanities, and queen sized beds). It has also come to mean more sheets, towels and things than Bed Bath and Beyond, Linens and Things, and Martha Stewart’s collections combined.

“Might Need” has also come to include not just dishes but hand-painted china, and SILVER ware.

“Might Need” also includes antique furniture that comes with strict guidelines about its use.

So basically, my folks are furnishing my apt. with items that don’t fit and not only that, I’m getting furniture with special needs.

Now don’t get me wrong. I am grateful for all this stuff, it’s just my family seems not to realize that giving me every piece of furniture and every old embroidered doily and every country floral curtain really is going to turn my crib into a storage closet designed with the interior decor touch of a convalescent  folks home. I dunno what to do.

All I know is that this move on Sat. is looking more and more worrisome.

First to-do list item once we get to Charlotte? Find the nearest ABC store.