It's a funny thing getting attached to, well, things. I'm a freak for sentiment. This is no secret to those who know me well. It's sort of a good untapped form of meditation for me to just stare at the colors and forms and composition of the stuff around me in our home. I'm torn between the desire to have and enjoy material trinketry- which is unnecessary but highly pleasurable- and the pureness of simplicity and minimalism. In fact, I've written another post on something quite similar. I am an obvious dichotomy. But, geez, look at these great vintage shoes! They were originally a deep plum color, but on our wedding day my husband spray painted them (yes. yes he did.) so I would have shoes to match my dress.
I do love them... these shoes. But I suppose my attachment would be looser were the sentiment not related to Sebastian creating this masterpiece of happiness for me. It's a curious thing, then, that Harold and Maude is my favorite movie of all time... given Maude was a vigilante of sorts for non-attachment. Then again, she did have an awful lot of sentimental goodies in her own home. I suppose that these things are visuals, temporarily marking our own journey.Yeah. I'm gonna go with that... much nicer than feeling like I hoard for no good reason.
