No, not that silk. This silk:
Oddly, I can’t imagine a life where it would come in handy. So I packed it all up. Didn’t even try it on. It seems so very far away from where I am and what is possible right now. Maybe I’m just being silly, but some things are specific to a place and a time and you just can’t go back. All the organizing books tell you that you ought to throw everything away that you haven’t used or worn in a year. It’s been three for these particular items. I didn’t give them to salvation army. I folded them up with cedar and put them in the nostalgia box along with clothes that I wore as a two year old and a blanket that my grandmother made for me. An odd juxtaposition, but what’s a girl to do? You live the life you’ve got, not the one you wanted.