The settling in has been really slow. Right now, I'm still unpacking clothes. This isn't a statement on how little I've done, but more on how many freakin' clothes I have. I'll admit, it's a bit of a problem. I like to think of myself as not materialistic (or, perhaps more accurately, not that materialistic.)
I am drawn to disparate things: I love modern design - the simple, spareness of it (oh, my love for IKEA could fill ... an IKEA-sized space), but I also love collage/mixed media/and juxtaposition.
Unpacking has been oddly joyful: finding all of the little treasures tucked away that you don't use on a daily basis. The fun, really, is in remembering how objects came into your possession. I have a pink "pashmina" (you know I'm too cheap for the real thing!) that I purchased in Barcelonal I bought it outside of the Sagrada Familia from a cart. Passing my hand over it, I smiled remembering the endless, sleepless train trip from Barcelona to Granada, and tromping around the Albaycin in my shawl.
I love buying clothing while traveling. There is a sweet moment of remembrance every time you wear the item. I have a tank top that reminds me of running through a rain shower in Costa Rica, and earrings that take me right back to Fort Kochi when they jingle.
I think I've made peace with my pseudo-packratish self. I don't need things, exactly, but I certainly enjoy them.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Leonine
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love buying clothing while traveling. There is a sweet moment of remembrance every time you wear the item.
I love the above statement. I am cheap as hell. I love thrift stores. But I have a lot of clothes. It's easy when I find clothes for $1 (Jet Rag, Sundays in WeHo). Sometimes I take all of the stuff in the back of the closet and put it in the front. I feel like I have a whole new wardrobe:)
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