I cannot wear sequins.
A closet full of skirts and dresses
tried on over the years;
wishful thinking.
What I do,
where I live
does not lend itself
to swoops of air between the legs;
bluster and sparkle.
No need for headlights.
It feels like a violation;
the paradox of glitter
and steaming mulch;
canyons and the finality
of fabric cleaving
to the four winds.
belas bright ideas 
I’m turning 50 this year and I realize I have some items of clothing that are older than some of my co-workers. I like to point that out sometimes when they don’t understand references to things that perhaps only someone my age would be aware of. I used to wear skirts more than I do in recent years. I hesitate to get rid of them as I don’t know if life will take me to circumstances were they may come in use again…or I can turn them into something creative.
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Jeez, I have nothing that old! I guess my tastes change with the times. Of course I buy almost everything on sale or at thrift stores, so I don’t attach particular value to garments. Still, I haven’t worn skirts or dresses since the ’80’s when I worked in the professional business world. Heels as well – holy cow, what torture those were!
In a way, I wish I’d kept some of my vintage outfits from years ago. Then again, it would have been even more stuff to lug around during our various trans-oceanic moves. To each their own, I guess! Take good care, Mary Lee. Thanks for commenting.
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