Things I'm glad I kept:
A big, wooly, curly, waist-length ivory sweater that buttons down the front. This thing has been knocked off by other companies, but they can't compete with the original. When I bought it, my daughter said it made me look like Lambie-Pie. Then I got slimmer, and it was perfect. Two winters since I left the corporate world, this sweater has done duty as a winter coat on days it doesn't rain.
A emerald frosted glass box that was a gift from my best decorating boss. It's definitely breakable, not ant-proof so it's no place for a candy stash. It's for treasures like the corner of an envelope with a famous writer's return address hand-written. I need it. Beauty is important.
Jewelry my daughter made. Because things my daughters make feel like hugs.
An amazing scarf my daughter made by pulling tufts of beautiful yarn through a scarf of deeply crinkled silk.
Real art in clothes or other belongings doesn't shout 80's or 60's.
Real art, our real treasures, and real beauty keep me from wanting too much trendy stuff with too much hanger appeal.
No comments:
Post a Comment