I have always tried to reuse, fix (sometimes with terrible results, namely with super glue) and love old worn out items, that i still treasure and refuse to throw in the bin, like sun bleached t shirts and worn out old shoes. For some reason they hold precious memories, it’s like thoughts and feelings get absorbed into the fabrics, leather, both happy and sad.
Books with torn edges and flowers pressed between pages, found at old junk shops, adored for years, little notes, handwritten ideas on the back of envelops and scarps of fabric collected ready to use for a rainy day.
My
house is full of precious little items that have travelled from place
to place, been boxed up, unpacked, boxed up again. Been with me through
childhood, courting, marriage and motherhood. I always think, i must
give them space amongst the clutter, of my everyday mess, but there they
sit, happy to just be, a constant reminder of who i am, who i have
become and what i will be. By Deborah Moon aka MoonKo
