I washed my self-healing cutting mat today after who-knows-how-long of its existence, and it felt so nice to feel the water on it as I washed it in the sink. It felt like I was bathing a pet or something... except it's inanimate and Not a Pet.
Unfortunately, it has quite a lot of cuts and scruffs since I got it in 2007 for my freshman year of art college. I didn't know any better about taking care of it, so I cut in the same areas a lot. Once, I went to the bookstore intending to buy a replacement with my own hard-earned money, but when I saw the high price tag, I decided I should make the most out of the one I have. We'll see how much longer it will last. To be fair, it has served me well. :)
This should teach me to take better care of my stuff, especially the equipment and tools I use for money-generating art ventures. I usually take utmost care of an item the first few weeks that I obtain it. Once I've had it long enough, I seem to stop caring as much. Is it because maintenance gets tiring, or because I think it'll always be around even if I treat it roughly? Gives some weight to the saying "you don't know what you have until you lose it." :(
It's super cold tonight. January seems to think that it's December. I better bundle up in my blankets and head to bed early, since I have class and a lunch date with a friend tomorrow. Can't get sick now. After all, who will use all the tools that I'm maintaining if I don't take care of myself first? :)
- Mel
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