I was lucky enough to receive a wonderful Christmas present last year. I got a pair of silky/cashmere long-sleeved gloves. Fabulous fashion attire. Such finery is most certainly not for everyday wear, but if looked after, it can last a lifetime. And plus, being so extraordinary, my beautiful present wasn’t ‘in fashion’ therefore it could never ‘go out’ of fashion. While I try to live as light as I can, I do occasionally make room for something exquisite. I could more than accommodate these silky wonders, and though mere fripperies they may be, they were treasures to me.
I am inclined to an individualistic-style of dress. And the wonder-gloves, being versatile fashion accessories, proved themselves to be very handy.
I wore them a lot. The thing is, I was never quite relaxed while wearing them. Somewhat compulsively, whenever I’d taken them off, I felt compelled to check my pockets or bag for them, just to make sure they were still there.
And sometimes I wouldn’t wear them, just in case I lost them.
But that’s no way to live: what’s the point in having something one never uses? So the gloves crept out more and more, as I got myself out and about more.
Really it was just a matter of time before my wonder-gloves dispensed themselves of my possession and found a new owner, as any person who’s ever had an umbrella can attest, it’s inevitable.
…But this time it wasn’t mere carelessness or absentmindedness, for which I’d be less self-critical. I lost them because I got pissed.