CLOSET STORY # 2: I Heard tell…
22 May 2010 Leave a Comment
in My Closets
A Closet Story # 2: I heard tell…
I heard tell that you should ALWAYS buy a good pair of shoes and a good bed because if you are not in one of them you are in the other.
The above telling makes such good sense to me now that I have begun in earnest to clean out my flipping’ closets once and for all. I begin with the shoes. They were all good shoes at one time or another, but time and wear take their toll. I have to decide which shoes are good to keep and which ones will someone else be happy to have? This little nagging voice in the back of my head says, ‘It’s never gonna happen. You are not going to throw out much today.’ It is not going to happen because I cannot part with any of them. They have given good service. Is that what we do with a good pair of shoes that has given us comfort year in and year out? Throw them out? Maybe? We’ll see.
I also cannot part with the little black blouse I wore under the suit, which is long gone to our daughter’s wedding umpteen years ago. Her first one, may I add. I also cannot part with the suede shirt Skip bought me 10 years ago because he said it looked nice on me It still is not my style and makes me sweat and look large, but still in hangs among the others that have the same qualities. I still think that someday, just someday I will wear the travel skirts I bought, still fit into, over twenty-five years ago. Oh Gawd. I have looked through some travel purchases and just have to stamp my foot and shake my head. The embroidered vest and skirt from the Ukraine looked spiffy on the ship that night for dinner as did the Peruvian shawl and the Thai pants and jacket. The Norwegian sweater makes me look thin, that’s why I bought it, but it is too darned hot for Southern California weather anytime, ever. More
Sedatives and Tranquilizers
09 Apr 2010 Leave a Comment
I have been super tense, stressed or whatever you want to call going out of your mind with worry and fear. I realized that my closets started to bulge like never before. My goodness, I could not throw away stuff fast enough. On the way home from my pilgrimage to the little boutique up the road, I realized what the heck I have been doing for nearly all of my life. Yes, I love to look nice and absolutely adore the smell of new crispy clothes. But there is a flippin’ limit to what a regular human being needs. Five closets full of sedatives. Oh my gosh when I realized that all of those clothes were not a necessity to cover the body but a necessity to cover the soul, I stopped the car in a dark parking lot and laughed at myself until I cried. At that moment I hated everything. Stop! Do not give in to this shit, I said out loud to no one. It was then that I realized I have been going to the stores when life gets too much to be comfortable and or when I have to make a decision, or when things pile up on my plate. I have come to see each garment as a tranquilizer of the past or as you will, a sedative I needed at one time or another. I have sedatives and tranquilizers from over 20 years ago maybe, probably longer. I can’t seem to throw them away. Do I think I will need them again someday to fill a void or erase a pain? Still parked in the parking lot, my thoughts brought me back to the two bags in the back seat of my car. Yes, the sedatives are still working, but for how long? Will they wear off once I take them out of the bag, or when I cut the tags off? How long will it be until I need the next fix? Wait a minute; I don’t care when I will need the next fix. It is not harming my health, it is not putting me in debt; it is not hurting anyone. Now, I have come to grips with it all and very glad there is an outlet for me. The only thing I will need to do is get more closet space. Hey, how about double poling the closets I already have. I can double my tranquilizing capabilities. Oh yes.
Today’s Bits and Pieces: Going Through Drawers
28 Nov 2008 2 Comments
in My Closets
Going through drawers.
I went through several dresser drawers to clean them out and came across many treasures. It was amazing and rather fantastic to hold things in my hands I thought were so beautiful and had been hidden from me for so long. I gathered the pins, bracelets, necklaces, rings, and recaptured the items in old wallets from way by gone days, tapes, letters, cards, money, (not as much as I would have liked) scarves, hair pins, a magnifying glass, an antique mirror my grandmother had given to me. Shined up it looks like a million bucks.
I felt like I was going through a drawer of someone who had died and was cleaning it up after her. It was nice to know it was I there and not my kids or someone else. It was a thrill to see my own stuff again. I put the new/old pins on jackets and cleaned up tarnished pendants, put on gold earrings I hadn’t seen in eons. Oh what a fun afternoon. Why not go through some of your drawers. It might surprise you and besides it is very good therapy. Remember you don’t have to wait until you die and let someone else do it. You can be that someone else delighting in finding new/old treasures.
