In another (failed) bid to get a closure I figured I could take everything The Man got me and flog it on eBay. That way I'd have less to remind me of him and subsequently also more money to either pay off the Visa bill or...buy more stuff!
I started by listing a scarf he bought from Tiffany's. Yes, that breakfast place Audrey Hepburn's Holly Golightly so loved. And yes, they also sell scarves. And no, I don't know what kind of a man goes to Tiffany's to buy a scarf. Oh wait, a man who doesn't like engagement rings?
Then I started regretting it. I did like the scarf. And I'm sure there was a reason The Man got it for me, not that I should be wasting any more of my time trying to decipher the going-ons of his murky little mind. But the scarf sold before I could cancel the listing.
Many things can be said about The Man but he did shop well.
The haul of the gifts he got me over the years include another Tiffany scarf, a Hermés belt and a matching bracelet, scarf, bag and make-up pouch from Louis Vuitton, a vintage Lancel bag to match the Pucci scarf I got for one Hanukkah, a limited edition Longchamp bag that no-one else in my country has and Mulberry Bayswater I'd been dying for for years.
Last Valentine's Day (the first Valentine's Day we actually ever spent together- reeling from my proposal...) I even got a ring. A scarf ring. But it did some from Hermés...
Call me shallow, but how could I ever part with those?
Those who say stuff doesn't make you happy are simply not shopping at the right places. Less is never more; too much of the good thing is never enough.
He also once flew me to Manchester to see my first ever live game. For someone who hates United, that's pretty big. That had been my lifelong dream and he made it come true.
The ones left one my list are seeing U2 perform and finding my beshert.
There's a Jewish legend according to which 40 days before each soul is born, God and his angels (the Yentas to end all Yentas!) whisper into their ears "this boy for this girls" and "that girl for that boy". And once those souls have been united in Heaven, nothing can stop them from being reunited on Earth.
Silly jibberjabber you might say. But I think it's beautiful. And I'd like to think something was whispered into my ear as well (something other that "didn't I tell you not to stick anything smaller than your elbow into your ear? Didn't I? Now it's stuck and we'll never get it out!").
Love (and chlamydia). Life's gifts that truly keep on giving.
I started by listing a scarf he bought from Tiffany's. Yes, that breakfast place Audrey Hepburn's Holly Golightly so loved. And yes, they also sell scarves. And no, I don't know what kind of a man goes to Tiffany's to buy a scarf. Oh wait, a man who doesn't like engagement rings?
Then I started regretting it. I did like the scarf. And I'm sure there was a reason The Man got it for me, not that I should be wasting any more of my time trying to decipher the going-ons of his murky little mind. But the scarf sold before I could cancel the listing.
Many things can be said about The Man but he did shop well.
The haul of the gifts he got me over the years include another Tiffany scarf, a Hermés belt and a matching bracelet, scarf, bag and make-up pouch from Louis Vuitton, a vintage Lancel bag to match the Pucci scarf I got for one Hanukkah, a limited edition Longchamp bag that no-one else in my country has and Mulberry Bayswater I'd been dying for for years.
Last Valentine's Day (the first Valentine's Day we actually ever spent together- reeling from my proposal...) I even got a ring. A scarf ring. But it did some from Hermés...
Call me shallow, but how could I ever part with those?
Those who say stuff doesn't make you happy are simply not shopping at the right places. Less is never more; too much of the good thing is never enough.
He also once flew me to Manchester to see my first ever live game. For someone who hates United, that's pretty big. That had been my lifelong dream and he made it come true.
The ones left one my list are seeing U2 perform and finding my beshert.
There's a Jewish legend according to which 40 days before each soul is born, God and his angels (the Yentas to end all Yentas!) whisper into their ears "this boy for this girls" and "that girl for that boy". And once those souls have been united in Heaven, nothing can stop them from being reunited on Earth.
Silly jibberjabber you might say. But I think it's beautiful. And I'd like to think something was whispered into my ear as well (something other that "didn't I tell you not to stick anything smaller than your elbow into your ear? Didn't I? Now it's stuck and we'll never get it out!").
Love (and chlamydia). Life's gifts that truly keep on giving.
I have to admit I'm sort of envious after having read that list of gifts The Man gave you... Once a magpie, always a magpie.
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