Goodwill

I plan to take three boxes of craft stuff to Goodwill today; rubber stamps and stamp pads, feathers and felt, heat guns, mask templates, stencils, corn husks, sequins and beads. I also took a tote bag and a box full of books, including some nonfiction. I almost gave away Rock Water Wild by mistake but recognized it and pulled it out at the last minute.

I set aside some books to offer to Mockingbird Books first:

• Cha-No-Nu, the Japanese Ceremony of Tea
•  The Places that Scare You
• 9 Dragons
• Lud-in-a-Mist
• The Pope and the Heretic (Giodorno Bruno, that brilliant weirdo)
• Montsegur and the Mystery of the Cathars (this is an interesting history of the Cathars and the Albegensian Crusade)
• To Honolulu in Five Days
• Local Color (a coffee table book about the Rene diRosa Art Preserve)
• Two Cassandra Clare books.

Brandy does not hold Clare in very high esteem, so I don’t know if she will want these two. Goodwill is two blocks away from the bookstore, so City of Bones and City of Ash will find a home somewhere.

Over the past twelve weeks, I’ve taken about eight boxes to Goodwill, and these included a whole bunch of books. So why doesn’t it look like that? A box a week… that’s all I’m aiming for.

UPDATE: The Goodwill parking lot was packed with people, like me, who were doing a cleanup project this Labor Day. The helpful attendant shook her head at my six jars of embossing powder. “We can’t take glitter,” she said, “or stuff like glitter. No matter how carefully we tape the lids shut, the little kids get into it and then there’s glitter all over.” I pulled those out and gave them the rest.

In other news, the decision on the Cassandra Clare books was, “Just ‘cause we don’t like it doesn’t mean we won’t sell it.”