So I used to love The Little Mermaid so much I actually referred to myself as Ariel. I even signed my pages in all the coloring books as Ariel.
Yeah…As painful as that is to share, that information informs my thought process for the day.
So the other night I was in my tub
and I was looking at this little reminder I put on the wall
which got me thinking…
I really love antique shopping and garage sale bargains. I even used to call it treasure hunting. I like to find unique or unusual items and restore them to something better. I collect things.
Kind of like Ariel I guess. She likes to collect neat things.
Even if she didn’t really know what they were for…
But this is a serious source of contention in my life because collecting things is exactly what I’m trying NOT to do. But I just can’t help myself when I see a really great lamp or a green piece of vintage fiestaware…
I just gotta have it!
But then Josh reminds me that we’re trying to save money and live more simply and I’m like
Am I bad for liking vintage stuff? Am I shallow and materialistic if I like to peruse antique stores every once in a while? Surely there’s a balance in all of this? Maybe the difference is in the power I give to those things…
(Maybe he’s right. Maybe there is something the matter with me.
I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.)
Look at this stuff
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl
The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you’d think
Sure, she’s got everything
I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty
I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore
You want thingamabobs?
I’ve got twenty!
But who cares?
No big deal
I want more
I wanna be where the people are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin’
Walking around on those – what do you call ’em?
Oh – feet!
Flippin’ your fins, you don’t get too far
Legs are required for jumping, dancing
Strolling along down the – what’s that word again?
Up where they walk, up where they run
Up where they stay all day in the sun
Wanderin’ free – wish I could be
Part of that world
What would I give if I could live out of these waters?
What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?
Bet’cha on land they understand
Bet they don’t reprimand their daughters
Bright young women, sick of swimmin’
Ready to stand
And ready to know what the people know
Ask ’em my questions and get some answers
What’s a fire and why does it – what’s the word?
When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world