- Autographed pointe shoes from the Royal Ballet (prima ballerina, Viviana Durante's)
- A glorious designer hat by Stephen Jones (about which I wrote a short story, The Pheasant Feather Hat)
- Silk shirts from Liberty's
- Velvet-collared covert coats from Jermyn Street
- Books, including some first editions (these hurt the most but needs must).
It feels good to be free of these things. It's liberating, and empowering. Like the high ceilings in our new Georgian pad, I feel my life opening up. Expansive, is the word. There's more space and light in this new life. We intend to fill it with experiences rather than things. We are done with things. Never again.
8 comments:
Hurrah!
"Never again" is all well and good, but with attic-treasures like that, what option is there but to hoard? *g* Your new house sounds lovely. Best of luck with the move!
Ballet shoes. Oh.
Thanks, Nik!
Thanks, Bugiarda!
Yes, ballet shoes, Gay. We contributed to a Pointe Shoe appeal and received the signed shoes as a Thank You. The hospice is going to try and auction them to raise funds.
Yes, I'd find the books hard to give away... the rest is just, as you say, clutter. Hats off to you... (sic!)
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Thanks, Douglas, it does feel good.
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