I was standing at a Genevieve Gozum store today, waiting for my friend to pay for a dress she picked out, my arms leaning on a glass display case filled with crystal imitation pieces sparkling under the harsh light, tarnished nickel rings and baubles, fancy gems made of plastic. Tacky little things. My thoughts exactly were "I wonder if anyone out there ever buys these things," followed with "oh, I used to. Wow."
In my drawer at home I have a paper box I covered with shiny wrapping paper and filled up with these tiny jewels back when I was younger - friendship rings, necklaces made of shells brought home by friends from their trips, little crocheted bracelets to symbolize our togetherness. A tiny trinket was always enough to make someone feel like they belong.
For a moment, I wished I could bring back that easily fascinated part of me again.
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Don't even ask me how many times I've had to clean out my dresser because of all these baubles I tend to accumulate- stuff that, at the moment I bought them, I thought I just had to have. How does everything end up as clutter anyway?
I guess it's cos new, seemingly better things take their place. Let's just hope they really are better than what we left behind.
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