My things

I am going to get a copy of 'My things' by Gabriel Grundler that I saw on 'its edition'. I like the idea that the things you own are not just objects, they reflect who you are and what you do. I actually had similar ideas in the past, I wanted to make a book/booklet with only polaroid pictures of my wardrobe, to have some sort of recorded memory of them. And the reason behind the idea is not because of my vanity, my closet is filled with things that I feel they are 'very me'. They remind me how my style and taste has changed in years, how brilliant and stupid choices I have made in life.  I probably should really do it, especially now since I hardly ever put on anything in that closet. They become history, and history needs to be recorded right?  Those are memories of my 'cool days' and those days are gone... 


Here is why:
1. I can't get into most of them. It is understandable that I couldn't get into those before Landon was born. But I actually bought many pretty nice ones after Landon was born, and they don't fit me either. When I bought them, they were slightly tight, I thought to myself, hey, I am going to drop all that baby fat, and they will fit soon. The truth is, the baby fat stayed, the last 5 pounds, ok 10 pounds has glued on me. They stayed.

2. I never had chance to wear them. I am home with Landon, nobody sees me except my son during the day.  My little man loves me no matter what I chose to wear. 

3. I live in the Suburbs, even those chances I do get to go out, its mainly  supermarkets and parks, my Comme des Garcons and Yohji look very out of place there. You could say, who cares what people think. But I do, they do look strange in suburban supermarkets.  They are out of place there. 

4. Can't run(walk) in heels(anymore). I remembered when I was pregnant with Landon, I read an article said your feet will become bigger even after your baby is born. I was pathetically worried that would be the case for me. Sorry not so modest, my shoes are nice! Now looking back, why should I be worried. even though I do fit into my high heels, they don't fit into my lifestyle anymore. They don't go with PJs, at least not those ones I am wearing these days, they don't go with stroller, they don't go with chasing a 15 month-old running boy. 

Some days when I walk into my closet, I do feel a bit nostalgic, but when I hear my little man calling : mama, mama; his little voice brings me back to my reality, this is my life now, this is what matters to me now, this is all I want now!