A few summers ago, Erika complained about her wardrobe. It's crowded clothing from the different seasons of her life - fat clothes and skinny clothes, she tried to explain at here. It consists of clothes now fit clothes if appropriate, and clothing which she hopes she will not fit again. She likes it anyway in case. I had that terrible night laughed about Erika's wardrobe. I was young, manloos and child-free. My whole life revolved around myself yet. All my clothes were a number. A small number ... I will just tell you today: Erika, I understand now.
Yesterday I should sort my clothes for our new home in Wellington. I saw the house and started dreaming of a photo wall in the garden. I got so excited about the fireplace for cold Bolandwinters and work space for lapgoed and the stories in my head. I conveniently forget that we now also in another house that only needs to be boxed before we can move. This is how I get to sort the clothes. (With this draw now I sort properly. Every last move landed up with a lot of boxes which mostly stood Something of everything.)
I started going to the bags one by one curious by AME while enjoying her afternoon nap. It becomes a nostalgic afternoon. I stand tall with the knee-length black skirt and it olyfgroentoppie who bought Mom and Dad for my first job. Transfer side. Then I had a perdebylyfie and my life turned to exercise and eat right. I'll never fit into it. I want myself not even discouraged voice and adapt just for fun.
Even my matriekafskeidrok is carefully in a shoebox in one of the bags. My first blinkrok still by Aunt Lee is with much love. I like the skirt at the waist and is open for a moment stunned. This was because many summers ago the size of my waist. Incredible!
I will only sit on the bed with a cup of sweet coffee to reach a conclusion. I'll throw out some of the african clothes. There is a certain size where I will not turn my body and do not get. The clothes I will give my little Marietjie-sister. The other will keep in case my waist shrink ahead. So I now bags marked: Pregnant Clothing, Fat, Lean.
All those bags I should've dragged along to our new house with the fireplace and picture wall and olive. In case I get pregnant again, or fresher than I am now. And just maybe, one day when we seed graduate, I can something from the "skinny bag" dress for the occasion!
You know Erika, just in case
Yesterday I should sort my clothes for our new home in Wellington. I saw the house and started dreaming of a photo wall in the garden. I got so excited about the fireplace for cold Bolandwinters and work space for lapgoed and the stories in my head. I conveniently forget that we now also in another house that only needs to be boxed before we can move. This is how I get to sort the clothes. (With this draw now I sort properly. Every last move landed up with a lot of boxes which mostly stood Something of everything.)
I started going to the bags one by one curious by AME while enjoying her afternoon nap. It becomes a nostalgic afternoon. I stand tall with the knee-length black skirt and it olyfgroentoppie who bought Mom and Dad for my first job. Transfer side. Then I had a perdebylyfie and my life turned to exercise and eat right. I'll never fit into it. I want myself not even discouraged voice and adapt just for fun.
Even my matriekafskeidrok is carefully in a shoebox in one of the bags. My first blinkrok still by Aunt Lee is with much love. I like the skirt at the waist and is open for a moment stunned. This was because many summers ago the size of my waist. Incredible!
I will only sit on the bed with a cup of sweet coffee to reach a conclusion. I'll throw out some of the african clothes. There is a certain size where I will not turn my body and do not get. The clothes I will give my little Marietjie-sister. The other will keep in case my waist shrink ahead. So I now bags marked: Pregnant Clothing, Fat, Lean.
All those bags I should've dragged along to our new house with the fireplace and picture wall and olive. In case I get pregnant again, or fresher than I am now. And just maybe, one day when we seed graduate, I can something from the "skinny bag" dress for the occasion!
You know Erika, just in case