Showing posts with label broken promises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label broken promises. Show all posts

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Who am I kidding?



God, K's right! You can hitch all your dreams to the wardrobe audit wagon but in truth a wardrobe cleanse comes with as many negative emotions as positive ones. Yes you may feel lighter and better but at the same time you feel full of doubt. Will that dress never be right for you? How can you see all the way into the future like that? Will your daughter buy something just like it in 20 years time and kvetch when they find out you used to have this one? I have gotten rid of clothes that never seemed quite right after long term agonising and years later still wonder if it was the right decision. Conversely have a dress in my wardrobe I bought 13 years ago and never wear but it's so flattering I think I should keep it. Who knows how to cleanse a wardrobe successfully? Who knows if it will even help?

But as I write this and reflect I'm interested to discover I've never regretted getting rid of a pair of shoes. I don't question shoe dismissals at all. But shoes really are a different ball game. And hard to get rid of. Because sometimes a pair of shoes is only good for one outfit, but without those shoes that outfit may be nothing. 

But wait, am I thinking about this too much? Should I be more worried about ballistic missiles?

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Here we go again (PM)

Love sure is hard. And it's especially hard when it's your first time. There's this new girl at my work who just moved to Melbourne from Canberra. Winters in Canberra can be very cruel and long and by comparison, Melbourne winter seems manageable, so she told me. She seems kind of naive and optimistic and so I didn't want to discourage her by telling her that the trick to surviving a Melbourne winter is to tell yourself it lasts until November. That way the springy Spring  days seem like a delightful bonus as opposed to the hallmark of a season that keeps writing cheques it can't keep. She turned up at work on Wednesday in a sleeveless dress all giddy and grinning. I felt like I was watching someone falling in love for the first time with a person I happen to know is a total jerk. I still can't quite bear to tell it to her straight. You just have to learn these things for yourself. 
Good luck, new kid.