Creating Space

My beloved readers, I'm terribly sorry it took me so long to get back to you. The last couple a'days have been busy, really really busy. After I got my general qualification for university entrance (finally) and managed to cope with the flood of emails, press releases, invitations (how on earth could I miss the re-opening of my beloved Navyboot store?!), I thought it would be a nice idea to muck out my wardrobe. I know, it's a a problem others would gladly trade for their own, but it's really disgusting how much clothes I own. They're spilled all over the bedroom floor and my walkable (ka-ching!) wardrobe is on the brink of a blow out. So I started, full of beans and high on caffeine with the good olde Smith Westerns on the record player , to wade through the downs of my closet and nearly pegged out because, and you better mark my words, I've slipped on a vogue issue. Even though it might be a classy exitus, you better keep your slicks nowhere near your feet. Lesson learned (the hard way). Well, after I survived this death trap, the only painful experience left was the farewell to the things I won't ever wear again. And that's where the trouble begins: Who knows if you may need the mint green neckholder top with flowers on it again? Or the shirt with a funky man on it, saying 'Take Funk To Heaven In '77'? One day, it might be just the one thing you need?

Surprisingly, I stayed strong and sorted out all the useless things in my amazing collection of 'I-wont-ever-wear-this-but-I-have-to-buy-it,-just-in-case' and headed to the jumble sale with it. And the even more surprising thing was that people actually bought my stuff. And that's where the next tricky part began: How do you not spend all the money you earned by selling old stuff on buying different old stuff? But how could I overcome the temptation of dinosaur stickers? And for those of you who didn't know: Yes, dinosaurs are my fav animals in all the world, yes I am LIVID that they no longer exist. And yes, I do consider them as animals, what else? Fruit?

So I'm writing this article, with my coffe cup covered with dinosaurs, wearing a dress originally designed for 5-year-olds and couldn't feel better about it.

All my love,

Holly (who really loves the tiny little arms of dinosaurs- how useless they are but aaaaaaaw!)