Bitches I'm Back
I LOVE projects! During the past year I may have started about 99 of them. As a result I have containers of acrylics, beads, thread, fabric and buttons. Containers of parts just waiting to become whole, and then placed on a book shelf or hung on a wall. I have a novel outlined but no more than 20 pages written, bags of feathers and a barrel full of wine corks for my...well I just like wine. Tea towels half sewn and t-shirts waiting to be re-designed. You get the drift. Oh to be creative... who doesn't love the rush of a an initial idea of a new project but that my friends, is where the excitement ends and the clutter begins. Note to self: that wine is not going to drink itself.
In the same mind I've attempted many times to come back to my blog, one that I started in 2009... a repost here, a small paragraph there. But like the tea towels and thrift store t-shirts, the blog just sat in the blogsphere, collecting comments from people who think I should invest in dental implants, vaginal rejuvenation and viagara. You see, my ultimate issue is I lack committment. The commitment that it takes a sea lion to drag themselves 50 feet across the sand and into the ocean. Drag, drag, drag, rest, rest, repeat. I drag, drag, drag and then I pack it up in the garage or in this case, leave it on the web for 10 years collecting obsene comments. So I'm giving it another shot. Here on a new shiny blog. Somewhere I can bring back my stories, and also my never ending pursuit of creative projects.
Here is a post that I wrote way back in 2011. I read through, bedazzled it a bit, and after all these years, I think it still stands pretty relevant. As I look back over the last fifty years of my life I have had SO many wonderful friendships. And you know what they remind me of my jeans.
This weekend while putting the laundry away, I couldn't believe it, I counted 1, 2,...11,12...27 pairs of jeans- jeans accumulated over the past 20 years!!
Does that make me a collector? An overachiever? A hoarder? I realized that it was time to sift through the lot and send some of these pants-a-packing. Twenty years, 3 countries and 8 moves had caught up with me and my wardrobe. So I did what any "overachiever" (like I how did that) would do and I zipped and buttoned my way through the ridiculous jungle of denim. Some pairs slipped on easily, others I may have had to lightly "jump" into and others, just three words- deep knee bends. One thing in common, with each pair I remembered the good times and pair after pair I thought to myself--can I really stand to let any of them go?
First pair, designer jeans. I paid a hefty price for these when I certainly didn't have the funds to do so. Because of that, I would only bring them out for special occasions and definitely not to eat in Italian restaurants. I take good care of these jeans: gentle cycle, wash cold, lay flat to dry. I treat them gently, because they are designer- but fact of the matter, they are the toughest of the bunch and always keep their shape- KEEP. Next my comfy jeans, holes in the knees, perfectly worn-in. Regardless of how much weight I gain or lose, they always fit perfectly- KEEP. I uncovered a small stack of my daytime jeans, hems ratty from wearing flip flops and them dragging on the pavement...an army of different blues that cover my ass from Monday to Winesday to Friday and back to Winesday again- KEEP. In the very back of the closet were my dark denim work jeans, while I don't wear them as much as the others, I love they way they fit, just like the first day I bought them, they are crisp and stiff- KEEP. And lastly my mom jeans- while not conservative in cut or shape and defnitely not sexy, I find they look great with everything can be dressed up or down night and day, I will never get rid of them, they are supportive and reliable- KEEP.
Those remaining, well, herein lies my dilemma. They are all just taking up space in my closet. Does this 2ft high stack of trousers really stand a chance against the rest? The answer is YES. Sure I may only wear the others a couple of times during the year, but it is always nice to slide an old pair on and take them out for a spin. Sending my jeans to Goodwill so that someone else can take pleasure in wearing them is just...out of the question. It took a long time to accumulate this denim, purchased from all over the world, their diversity should be appreciated by me and definitely not determined by the size of my closet. And if I move my shoes over I may be able to fit in a couple of more pairs. Or maybe I will just have to build a larger closet.
In the same mind I've attempted many times to come back to my blog, one that I started in 2009... a repost here, a small paragraph there. But like the tea towels and thrift store t-shirts, the blog just sat in the blogsphere, collecting comments from people who think I should invest in dental implants, vaginal rejuvenation and viagara. You see, my ultimate issue is I lack committment. The commitment that it takes a sea lion to drag themselves 50 feet across the sand and into the ocean. Drag, drag, drag, rest, rest, repeat. I drag, drag, drag and then I pack it up in the garage or in this case, leave it on the web for 10 years collecting obsene comments. So I'm giving it another shot. Here on a new shiny blog. Somewhere I can bring back my stories, and also my never ending pursuit of creative projects.
Here is a post that I wrote way back in 2011. I read through, bedazzled it a bit, and after all these years, I think it still stands pretty relevant. As I look back over the last fifty years of my life I have had SO many wonderful friendships. And you know what they remind me of my jeans.
This weekend while putting the laundry away, I couldn't believe it, I counted 1, 2,...11,12...27 pairs of jeans- jeans accumulated over the past 20 years!!
Does that make me a collector? An overachiever? A hoarder? I realized that it was time to sift through the lot and send some of these pants-a-packing. Twenty years, 3 countries and 8 moves had caught up with me and my wardrobe. So I did what any "overachiever" (like I how did that) would do and I zipped and buttoned my way through the ridiculous jungle of denim. Some pairs slipped on easily, others I may have had to lightly "jump" into and others, just three words- deep knee bends. One thing in common, with each pair I remembered the good times and pair after pair I thought to myself--can I really stand to let any of them go?
First pair, designer jeans. I paid a hefty price for these when I certainly didn't have the funds to do so. Because of that, I would only bring them out for special occasions and definitely not to eat in Italian restaurants. I take good care of these jeans: gentle cycle, wash cold, lay flat to dry. I treat them gently, because they are designer- but fact of the matter, they are the toughest of the bunch and always keep their shape- KEEP. Next my comfy jeans, holes in the knees, perfectly worn-in. Regardless of how much weight I gain or lose, they always fit perfectly- KEEP. I uncovered a small stack of my daytime jeans, hems ratty from wearing flip flops and them dragging on the pavement...an army of different blues that cover my ass from Monday to Winesday to Friday and back to Winesday again- KEEP. In the very back of the closet were my dark denim work jeans, while I don't wear them as much as the others, I love they way they fit, just like the first day I bought them, they are crisp and stiff- KEEP. And lastly my mom jeans- while not conservative in cut or shape and defnitely not sexy, I find they look great with everything can be dressed up or down night and day, I will never get rid of them, they are supportive and reliable- KEEP.
Those remaining, well, herein lies my dilemma. They are all just taking up space in my closet. Does this 2ft high stack of trousers really stand a chance against the rest? The answer is YES. Sure I may only wear the others a couple of times during the year, but it is always nice to slide an old pair on and take them out for a spin. Sending my jeans to Goodwill so that someone else can take pleasure in wearing them is just...out of the question. It took a long time to accumulate this denim, purchased from all over the world, their diversity should be appreciated by me and definitely not determined by the size of my closet. And if I move my shoes over I may be able to fit in a couple of more pairs. Or maybe I will just have to build a larger closet.
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