As much as I love my delightful dress, I do miss my Indian sarees and shalwar kameez outfits! So, today, I added some saree material as a scarf. A little glittering of gold never hurt a girl, after all!
That said, simplicity isn’t always easy. Sometimes it hurts. The gold in my scarf today triggered a memory of a tiny gold clock in a little velvet bag. Many years ago, my now deceased father had been commissioned to build and staff the first ‘free’ printing press in Albania. All of the printing presses and equipment had to be shipped through Zurich. So, he spent a fair amount of time there. When he returned from one of his trips he gave me that tiny gold clock in the little velvet bag. I was thrilled and promptly put it on my desk.
Fast forward to this morning. The glittering gold in my scarf reminded me of the clock and I realized that somewhere in my many moves, material purges, and minimalism experiments, I had lost track of the clock. A tear slipped down my cheek as I realized that something special had somehow been shuffled out of my life — no doubt, in the name of simplicity.
After acknowledging my pain and sadness, another thought came to me. I may no longer have the tiny gold clock in the little velvet bag, but I have my memory of it. And that — well, that — really, is enough.
That said, simplicity isn’t always easy. Sometimes it hurts. The gold in my scarf today triggered a memory of a tiny gold clock in a little velvet bag. Many years ago, my now deceased father had been commissioned to build and staff the first ‘free’ printing press in Albania. All of the printing presses and equipment had to be shipped through Zurich. So, he spent a fair amount of time there. When he returned from one of his trips he gave me that tiny gold clock in the little velvet bag. I was thrilled and promptly put it on my desk.
Fast forward to this morning. The glittering gold in my scarf reminded me of the clock and I realized that somewhere in my many moves, material purges, and minimalism experiments, I had lost track of the clock. A tear slipped down my cheek as I realized that something special had somehow been shuffled out of my life — no doubt, in the name of simplicity.
After acknowledging my pain and sadness, another thought came to me. I may no longer have the tiny gold clock in the little velvet bag, but I have my memory of it. And that — well, that — really, is enough.
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