Cats and Thimbles

Do you have any collections?

When a comfy bed won’t do

We’ve had 12 cats in all, so far, we would be stupid to say that we will never have another cat. We’ve tried it and it doesn’t work. As we get older we will rescue golden oldies add key them live out their later years in a comfy sofa with a nice safe garden to sunbathe in.

I’ve also got more than 100 thimbles. In all honesty they’re a nuisance. On the wall in an old printing tray that I refurbished, collecting dust, and a nightmare to clean. The tray is impossible to dust as the corners are so tiny. It’s literally never clean.

Letting history go

I’ve collected them since the 1980s. I have thimbles commemorating many big events. None bigger than Torvill and Dean’s 3 sets of perfect sixes when they took the triple golds in 1984.

Various Royal occasions, including the marriage of Charles and Diana. Poetry thimbles with verses from favourite poets. Add the of one with places I’ve visited. I have a few trinkets to break up the displace including a rather battered now but hilarious witch!

Partly I don’t want them anymore, partly they’re a real piece of my history. I recall going to Greenwich every year to pick up the latest set of Christmas thimbles. One of my favourite places in the UK. I was born near there.

Collection-less

So that’s what I have in the house, I no longer collect anything. The only thing you might call a collection would be the 9 bronze coloured Frith cats on our mantelpiece in the lounge. They each represent a cat angel. So they’re of great sentimental value.

I don’t collect clothes anymore because today’s fashions bore me witless. My once favourite M&S is now only good for the kind of bland, overcrowded, generic display, that would lead to a good night’s sleep if you visualised yourself walking through the store.

Besides, in the UK, if it’s fashion you will find the same thing in every store in a different colour. In many places a size small now would fit a battleship with room for the guns. It’s a lot of loose and boxy.

The youth will probably roll their eyes at my ageing attitude, but the bothers in my youth were incredibly varied and flexible. The shoes were divine. Mine were legendary.

At the moment I’ve looked through literally hundreds of tops and boy seen one thing I like. Unbelievable.

So, I collect a lot less, struggle to put a decent outfit together, wear heeled trainers because they are a brilliant invention, and generally have less stuff to worry about.

It could take me an hour just to get dressed in the morning as the options were so many, and could be put together in any number of ways.

Yeah…less choice is good…some choice would be better!

Happy Wednesday

Deb xx

Published by debdancingstarhawken7

I'm a writer, public speaker, medium, and spiritual thinker. I suffered from acute anxiety from the age of 16 until I was well into my 50s, when I finally found methods that helped me to put it behind me. My struggles led to me exploring life through poetry, then plays, and over a 15 year period I made notes for a self help book which I published in 2015. Details on the book page. Although I am a psychic medium and loved the work, it didn’t feel right for me. It was an utter privilege, but my path was the exploration of what it means to be spirit in the real world and how we can make practical use of those abilities. Nowadays I write, blog, and teach soul-centred living, which is a gentle way of undoing past programming and connecting to your essential self, or soul. If you’re interested email me and we can chat. No pressure, it’s right for you or it’s not and you will know. The groups meet on line so no going out on cold, wet, winter’s evenings. On a personal note, I’m based in the UK. Married with five cats, no children, and four grandchildren, thanks to our inherited daughter, who has gifted us four beautiful little people that bring us such joy. Hope you enjoy the blogs. Deb xx

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