I love getting rid of things. I have been on a mission to minimize the "stuff" of my life. Endless boxes of clothing, toys, jewelry, shoes and books have been passed on to everyone from family, babysitters, friends to Dress for Success and Goodwill.
I have always had a great love of fashion and this runs in my family. My closet is a mini-version of my Mother's- those of you who have seen it- know what Im talking about- for the rest of you- probably best if you did not....you may think I have enough to open a store front on Main Street in Westport. I take great enjoyment in giving away items that I don't like- or in most cases have not worn. Many things still have tags on them so Im not giving away tattered things. If I have a really great outfit- I would much rather pass it on to friends or family that I know will appreciate it. Once in awhile I come across a photo or a letter that stirs me, this happened last week. I found a little book that I wrote to my ex husband. It stirred up many emotions- it was a tiny book that I had written to share the news of my pregnancy with him. I was happy to find it smiled as I read it.
It was arranged so that there were two sentences on each page. It read as follows:
La Dolci Vita