Determined to get to the bottom of the wardrobe, where quite a few things were just 'temporarily' placed when I moved in because I don't really have a better place for them, I discovered that things were not only cold in there, but wet too. On further investigation, quite a few of my things turned out to be attacked and probably ruined by mould.
That's a few of my coats, some accessories, fit flops and all but two of my handbags. The handbags were the hardest blow, because they were really very nice, not ridiculously inexpensive in their time, and one of the bags was practically unused and also last years christmas present from my mum. Needless to say, I was gutted.
Though it also forced me to think about the meaning of these material things I've been collecting. It's not as if it's stuff I use every day. OK so some of it s stuff I've used quite a lot and been meaning to dig out from the bottom of the wardrobe, and my fit flops... let's just say I've practically lived in them during the summer months of the past few years, because they're like flip flops but super comfortable.
But they can be replaced. Most of the stuff can be replaced. Maybe not the silk scarf my nan painted for me a few years ago, that was a bit of a loss. But the other stuff... none of it was that unique. Sure I'm sad, and of course I think about what this stuff cost when I bought it and how nice it used to be. But it's not the end of the world. At least not until tomorrow.
Things are just things. Some are more precious than others, but very few are essential.
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| I used to love this bag. |
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| And this one. Great size for uni, space for everything. |
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| Nooooo not the fitflops :'( |
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