The Perfect Little Black Sweater

I lost my perfect black sweater about five years ago. It was the best shade of black. It was very flattering, warm, went with everything and inexpensive too. It was part of a sweater set. After the two were parted it was never the same.

Each winter I’ve been looking to replace it with another perfect black sweater. I bought 8 black sweaters this year. Today I returned 6 of them.

I'm beginning to think this sweater is like a man. No two are exactly the same, but they do basically the same thing, some just have shinier buttons or softer fabric. Some are wash and wear while others are high maintenence. I just need to relish each one for its' finer points. And I can have more than one little black sweater.
-Chel

I went to class and it was ok

My classes are over for the session. I did very well in both classes. I even made flash cards to study for a final. I total geeked. I learned lots of things that I am able to currently apply to my job. I must admit I'm looking forward to the next class.

This weekend 3-D monster movies at the Egyptian Theatre in Hollywood. And a trip to the LA County Fair on Sunday.
-Chel

Binge and purge

I’ve divided my life into three bins – get rid of, keep and repair. As I’m sorting through my possessions I’m also sorting through my memories. That skirt I bought to go salsa dancing - gone, that t-shirt he bought me that I never liked – gone.

As the possessions go what happens to the memories attached to them? I’ve been holding onto memories, stuffing them and the possessions into tighter and tighter spaces until I’m bursting at the seams.

A few weeks ago I was having dinner with some friends. In the course of the evening I was explaining that I’d been having odd dreams and clenching my jaw in my sleep. One of my girlfriends asked if I was holding something back that needed to be said. My first thought was that it was something I needed to say to K or in something to do with him.

After weeks the answer finally worked its way up it’s attachment to the things and the memories I shared with the Boy.

As I’m clearing out my house embracing the memories and setting them free I’m making space in myself, my mind, my heart.

-Chel