These boxes filled the back of my jeep (yes, that's Miss Mabel working her way into the shot). In them were some terrific outfits from my producing days. Some things I had trouble parting with even if it didn't fit. And a few lessons... example: no matter how terrific a floral print skirt may seem in theory (in the store), I never seem to wear them once I get them home. There are several in these boxes with price tags still on them!
In these boxes are a few dreams: size 14, size 16, size 10. They all died when I injured my foot. And WHY was I hanging onto the clothes??? If I woke up smaller tomorrow, would I reach in the back of my closet for some old frock from years ago??? Heck no. I'd go shopping!
Another dream in these boxes is high heels or cute shoes that have no arch support... My terrific shoe days are long gone.
And the amazing thing is that I had trouble getting everything back in the closet! Eight boxes of junk and it's still a tight fit.
On a happier note, yesterday was my friend Ivey's birthday. Her neices had mailed her a necklace (Ivey LOVES turquoise)but it did not fit. I added the back portion of the larger turquoise and silver beads. And reworked her earring to match. Hope she likes them.
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The necklace looks great; I'm sure your friend will love it. And I know what you mean about the shoes. I miss the girlie shoes, too, but not enough to suffer for them.
Velvet, thanks for the comment... Yes, the shoes are a very sad part of getting older. Nothing is worth the suffering - that's for sure!
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