By Elisha Girkin
I’m not much of a shopper but do have “shopping phases” once or twice a year. I find it hard to find clothes that fit my body the way I’d like so when I do encounter clothing that fits well I’m the girl buying it in every color available. This works for me because I’ve always preferred timeless looks over fads.
Over the years I’ve had articles of clothing that for whatever reason I only had one of, but that I loved. Adored even. Some examples:
- My perfect-thickness Northface zip-up in a material I loved. It fit perfectly.
- The designer shades I splurged on that fit my face and had better color quality than the cheapie alternatives I’d wear.
- The pull over fleece that fit well, and was universal in types of outfits as well as weather conditions it worked in.
All these items are lost to me now. Make fun of me all you want but when they were lost I mourned each of them for many weeks. I loved those items. They were all lost (not stolen) but I still hope that they each found a new home and were enjoyed for the remainder of their wearable days. That seems like a better life than sitting in a lost and found forever.
I get attached to things. I know this about myself. And the idea I’ve had sitting in my head for the last couple of years that I’ll give life to now is this: I’d like to give one of these items away. Not lose it but consciously give it away.
That’s almost as specific as I’ve gotten. To who? I don’t know – but I’m almost thinking it’d be better to someone I don’t know and would never see again.
Why? I can’t fully answer that. Part of me thinks I live a pretty charmed life so why not share. Part of me thinks it’d be a great practice in letting go. But neither of these fully answer why I have this desire.
