Last weekend, the Ever Lovely Mrs J bought a new car. Well, new to us, anyway. What it is and that we’ve bought it, aren’t fully relevant to this post. What is, at least for me, is the concept of the memory of things.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say I’m a hoarder, although I’ve certainly got more stuff than I need and clothes that I wear. I do have clear outs. At least twice a year, I go through what I have and if I’ve not worn it for six months, or – and this is more usual – it doesn’t fit, out it goes.
Despite that, there are some items I am loathed to get rid off. Books I’ve enjoyed, certain soft toys*, DVDs, old RPGs, pebbles I’ve collected from holidays with a beach, and often, anything that has a memory associated with it.
[ * I have a soft toy goose that the Ever Lovely Mrs J bought me and he looks down from my monitor called is called Lord Snooty. Yes, I appreciate this isn’t standard behaviour for a chap… but then, neither is a fine collection of heels and skirts. So sue me 🙂 ]
Yes, perhaps it’s more to do with memories than the item itself. Unless, of course, that acts as a trigger. Take for example a small blue car that we bought when Wee Man was truly very wee. I think that was my first visit to Chameleons and if I think about that car, the other memory arrives shortly afterwards. The long drive up through the city, snaking my way through the housing estate, before finally arriving and then feeling almost too nervous to go in. At least, that’s how I remember it. The truth of the memory may be different. Perhaps I should re-read my own blog? 🙂
Yet, with these memories and thoughts that are easily triggered, am I feeling a little adrift in terms of wanting to dress up. When I write it down like that, it sounds very silly, and yet, I dare say there may be those of you reading this, that are nodding in agreement. At least, I hope it’s agreement, rather than slumber. (Ed: zzzzzzz)
It’s only been two weeks since the last meeting, yet, here I sit, almost counting down the days. Odd, given that Christmas was a similar gap and with two week summer holidays, there are longer gaps. But, here we are and I am silently ticking off the days in my head. Why is this? Why now? Is it the hint of the end of Winter, were a not-so-young man’s thoughts turn to the Spring/Summer collection? Or is it simply, just one of those things? A phase were there’s a little more yearning because you know you have to wait.
Whatever it is, it will pass – at least something about me does! – and Chams is this coming Thursday. We’re having a Bring & Buy to help keep the coffers topped up and following a spring clean, there’s items a plenty from myself and Mrs J for the group. Finger crossed it all goes well.