Lesamovar-From ArtPropelled
Dark. Mended. Worn. Buttoned. Remembered. Words that resonate with me. My thoughts are often dark. My life gets mended when torn apart. My clothing is worn (and mended) because I love what I love. Need to keep it. Buttoned. Buttoned up. Closed. Like armor.
No sunshine today. No warmth. But no wind which is a good thing.
I had gone up into the other part of the attic where the clothing is stored. Yes, we have so much we need to store some of it. And different sizes. I was missing a sweater. I didn't have it in the closet. So, up I went but forgot to put on my Winter coat and gloves. This side of the attic is quite like being outdoors.
I found my sweater but I had to look in so many storage boxes before finding it. I also found a few sweaters I had forgotten about. All cashmere and I think from Goodwill. One is a black turtle neck. I may wear that next week.
And the very voluminous red cashmere cardigan that I asked for as the one thing to remind me of my dear friend Gregor. She often wore it when I went to visit. We would talk and she would drift off into a nap and I would pull out my book and read until she woke up. I had forgotten. And that makes me sad.
But now the sweater is back, folded on the closet shelf, so I can touch it and be reminded. And wear it...and take a nap. Sending my love to you dear friend.
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