As it befits moose from small places hiding in their own office tundra most of their time I don’t really have any special abilities: you’d probably pay me not to sing, I speak ALL the foreign languages with an accent, kids would laugh at my drawings, (inline and ice) skaters would help me get up for the umpteenth time and china shop owners tend to lock their door at my approaching.
There is still one feature that has sort of overdone itself during the last few years in its development and that is my sense of smell.
POOR Moose! Just imagine: a veggie loving animal living in a country where sausages, garlic and meat are the most important things in the world. In our house, there are a few people who obviously can’t cook – don’t know how you can make shit out of meat with garlic but they do (I still remember how these things should really smell). So I suffer. Generally, if I complain about your abuse of garlic and onions, it is mostly because I have such problems with the stench (and not because you are eating the stuff) that even thinking of it, in combination with some well-known foods I also like, repulses me. A bit or two. Not too much. Just about enough to let you know.😈
Oh, before I forget to tell you about shopping: I stopped buying clothes on 01. 12. 2011. For 6 months even thinking of new clothes made me shudder in repulsion (no exaggeration here). Luckily, I can wear at home what I want and I don’t really need that much presentable stuff, but at some point I decided to think and wonder about my strong distaste. By means of analysis🙂 I found out it has 2 sources: I hate it when things just lie around unused and I cannot connect any experience, story or feeling with them. I hate the fact that I owe 3 fleece jackets but have never worn one of them outside, so it does not have a meaning for me, apart from the fact that it is grass green, a colour I love. And the other reason? You guessed it: the stench. Of cheap clothes bought online.😦
For quite some time my hubby has been developing a deep appreciation for natural fibres professionally made into good clothes and at some point, I decided to buy some underwear made of organic cotton, too. At an online shop that has been proved by independent organisations to provide The Real Thing. Like: No animals, people or plants suffered in the process. I loved the things instantly and wear them every day ever since. Next, I decided to stock up on some basics: shirts and pullovers, mostly. And do away with all those polyester Stinks in my wardrobe. I didn’t buy too many, that would be stupid – I still work at home and wear things that were washed often enough not to stink.
But with that, I did end my No Shopping Period after 6 months and will introduce the next one at some later time. I think I am generally done with cheap clothing. I know now that I MUCH prefer 2 organic cotton pullovers to 16 latest fashion polyester ones (and thus A Snob Moose was born).🙂
Now, about that garlic in your food-😆