As some of you may know who read my diary, I am presently in the process of downsizing and going to live in Lancashire to be nearer my aging parents and to try and establish a career back in my roots.
My task this morning was to start packing my bedroom. Starting with the wardrobe you look at the items you rarely wear but convince yourself you will wear them in the future so in they go for packing but then I got to my divan bed and my giggles started when I opened the drawers underneath my mattress.
I had 3 bags on the bed ready for items to be sorted – charity shop, unsalvageable (!) and taking with me. When I opened up the third drawer underneath my bed I had entirely forgotten what I had in there. Out came baby dolls, my leather items, matching lingerie, my stockings (god how many did I have) and suspender belts along with the odd toy thrown in for good measure. Talk about a blast from the past.
Have a think though about what I am doing with these items as they are all able to go for charity – they could open their own Ann Summers shop with the items that are in this bag. I can just imagine the charity shop workers as they open up the items and I am well giggling to myself and so wishing I could be a fly on the wall. The bag with the charity items in it I am actually dropping at our local skip as it has a textile area for clothes and shoes. One black bin bag in among the other black bin bags and it won’t be traceable to me but oh I so wish I could see their faces when they get to that one.
Innocently sat in among all the “normal” clothing and then all of a sudden …. OMG … there is a gorgeous suspender belt here, oh but look at this leather skirt and have you seen this see through top in the most beautiful of pink and black.
Well I won’t miss the items, those days have been and gone for me but I know that the items are still saleable and lets see if the charity people will dare to sell them – my naughty memories today of when I wore these and the clients I saw with them on … well lets just say … that’s for me to remember and have a smile to myself at the fun I had in them.
Naughty memories they are but oh they were fun ones and, for most of the clients I saw, definitely special memories.