Monday, June 22, 2009
One of the many many things that I Suffer From is 'Metooism'.
So, you think you've got a cool brooch collection, what until you see mine. That's how I think.
As soon as I read her post, I ran to the section of my wardrobe which houses The Brooch Collection & frantically chose one.
Although I've had it for years, I've hardly ever worn it. There's two reasons for this:
First, I'm like a Squirrel or perhaps a Chipmunk who likes to hoard Acorns in a cozy little bolt hole inside a tree.
I like to be secure in the knowledge that there's a little treasure trove of unworn stuff in my wardrobe Just in Case.
You might wonder, Just in Case What?'
I'm not quite sure.
Second, I forgot about it.
Third, it was given to me by a ruthless ex-colleague some years ago who I think had ransacked the contents of a Recently Deceased Neighbour's house & found the brooch in a drawer inside the original box that it came in along with a yellowing card that said, 'Dear Mum, Happy Mother's Day, love Beryl'.
It was obvious that dear old Mum had been saving the brooch for some Special Occasion that Never Came Along. And so she died without ever wearing it.
There's a Lesson in This for all of us. But I'm not sure what it is.