Day 143: A Smaller Suitcase
A beautiful electric blue Samsonite B'Lite Fresh found its way into my life today, courtesy of the seemingly bottom-less pocketed boy (I do know those pockets do have bottoms, despite all evidence against). In the past I have restricted the size of my bags in order to control the amount of stuff I take away with me. You know how it is—have bag, will fill. I am a little nervous of what I will take with me. For example, there is now no excuse as to taking my very large and voluminous kaftan to Thailand, just because I can. I could probably take the skates I wore with them here too! Don't get me wrong. I love it. And it will mean I can go to the States later in the year with an empty bag and come back with a full one, with only another three parcels sent back with newly thrifted items instead of four. What is does seem to highlight for me though, is a lack of naturally occuring self-control.
List_Addict Irene
I have more shoes than fit on a shelf, more clothes than I can transfer from my washing basket to my cupboard, more books than I can read in a lifetime (especially at the current rate of none per ever, or something numerically similar). But, and I do feel a little ashamed, I don't really see any reason to stop getting more. I don't spend all my wages on these things—some people do. I give to charity every month. I buy the majority of my clothing from charity stores which both benefits the charities and assists with the reduction of waste (possibly in the same percentage as my reading rate, but it's a small difference). And I don't have a legacy—dependants, assets, responsibilities (within reason). And, ultimately, I probably don't need to justify myself. But this thing, this same thing is possibly what is behind the one other thing that I always want more of—biscuits. It sounds flippant, but I am serious here. I could probably do what I just did then with shoes, thrifting and books—find the justifications, see the lack of any real harm (except the physical which I manage to smooth over in my mind)—but maybe, in order to control this thing I need to find the equivalent of a smaller suitcase. You use the tools that work. If fabulous self control is not one of mine, I just have to work out how I can have less room to pack stuff (biscuits and sweet loveliness' of all kinds) in.
The Outfit
Jumper: Op-shopped
Skirt: Op-shopped
Tights: Retail (Myers or David Jones)
Necklace: CCJJSS
Shoes: Irregular Choice
Photographer de Jour: Moi
Who wore it better?
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I have more shoes than fit on a shelf, more clothes than I can transfer from my washing basket to my cupboard, more books than I can read in a lifetime (especially at the current rate of none per ever, or something numerically similar). But, and I do feel a little ashamed, I don't really see any reason to stop getting more. I don't spend all my wages on these things—some people do. I give to charity every month. I buy the majority of my clothing from charity stores which both benefits the charities and assists with the reduction of waste (possibly in the same percentage as my reading rate, but it's a small difference). And I don't have a legacy—dependants, assets, responsibilities (within reason). And, ultimately, I probably don't need to justify myself. But this thing, this same thing is possibly what is behind the one other thing that I always want more of—biscuits. It sounds flippant, but I am serious here. I could probably do what I just did then with shoes, thrifting and books—find the justifications, see the lack of any real harm (except the physical which I manage to smooth over in my mind)—but maybe, in order to control this thing I need to find the equivalent of a smaller suitcase. You use the tools that work. If fabulous self control is not one of mine, I just have to work out how I can have less room to pack stuff (biscuits and sweet loveliness' of all kinds) in.
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with:
lovely outfit. especially jumper and shoes.
ReplyDeleteSo true that we always seem to find "stuff" to fill up whatever space we have. Be it fashion, food or other.
ReplyDeleteWe all have a natural compulsion to consume. It's ironic when you think that people died of "consumption" as an illness before and today we all live by it.
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Suzanne
You're so right! I think I am going to start post-modernly using it for our modern day disease. I'll just add quotation marks for extra irony. Good one - thanks!
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