I am not ashamed to admit I get way too attached to
inanimate objects. For example my
stuffed Heathcliff my brother won for me at a carnival when I was five has been
sewn back together roughly six times over his life span. He's lost a good quarter of his stuffing and
his eyes and nose (both hard plastic. He
was the ultimate weapon during sleepover pillow fights) are hanging on by
threads. But I refuse to let the little
guy go. Sure I say I'm holding on to him
for when I have a little one of my own but I'm pretty sure he'll just stay
tucked away safe and sound where I can keep forever. Ripe for therapeutic consideration.
I hold on to clothes until they fall apart too. For example, my trusty polka-dot dress I've
had for somewhere over eight years now.
Dress: Lux
via Urban Outfitters
Shoes: Vince
Camuto via Rue La La
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