My mind has begun to wonder about wearing so many used items. Maybe it’s a curse and not a blessing.

If you picture it this way, you’ll see what I mean.

Yo know how when you put on something that used to belong to someone else, you always think of that person all day. Well what if you  didn’t just think of that person but you actually took on some aspects of their mentality or personality.

I remember a time at a local church, we  were learning about spiritual warfare. I think now that it was really a “brainwashing”, but I saw some amazing things.

They claimed used items you brought into your house may contain evil or otherwise spirits that belonged to the previous owner. You had to pray them out -to get rid of them.

Well what if that was true – especially of used clothing and in particular “shoe’s!

I take pride in the fact that I have  a large laundry tub full of shoes. The only colors I’m missing are yellow and green.

Suppose every time I put on a pair of shoes I took on that persons personality. OK, well here’s a pair from a mentally unstable Aunt.  I wore them yesterday. Does that explain why I put the  dust pan in the fridge?

Oh, look at these, they’re my favorites. Holes in the toes but I usually only wear them in dry weather.They’ve been around so long I don’t have the heart to throw them away, they’re part of the family now! Wow! how about those purple spike heels- I wonder? Do you suppose that’s  why that time I put them on and pranced and danced around, (wondering how Mrs. Cleaver ever got through a whole day), and I found myself parked in front of the TV watching CNN and wearing nothing but a matching purple necktie and those spike heels.God forbid if someone should come home early.

Aw! My special white flats, only worn in the summer and spring.. Maybe it wasn’t spring fever that made me go out in the back field and gather up a basket of dried cow patties to decorate the living room.

Is this  a typical  chain action amateur story yet? I’ll finish writing as soon as I find my pencil. I like to use pencil for the first draft. Oh, there it is- I  used it to hold up that hanging vine and keep it away from the toilet seat. The cracks in the wall are just wide enough for that sweet smelling( gee, the vine I can’t remember the name, it’s right on the tip of my tongue). You know they’re yellow or kinda orangy colored and you can suck the sweet nectar from the bottom tips. It’s a nice treat when you reading the catalog wish book.

Shoot, whats it called? I got it! It’s “honeysuckle”! That stuff don’t care where it grows, but I like my privacy here and that vine should smells  so purty.

More Shoes

Well, back to our subject of shoes. My clod knockers, Daddy always wore these things. He was a carpenter, when he wasn’t drunk. When he drank, he was just a drunk, a wino -they call it. I wonder what might happen if I put on one clod knocker and one low heeled red shoe. Would I have a split personality then? Half of me wants to chop wood and the other half wants to finish my clients financial statements. I’ll just get my sons boy scout hatchet and a small piece of paneling from the wall and I can chop it right here at my desk while the statements are printing. And, I’ve got one of those little pruning saws in there in the kitchen drawer. Gee, this is fun. The saw dust might mess up this orange silk blouse but it won’t hurt these painter pants at all.

Well, I’ve probably reached my word limit so just one more pair. My absolute favorites. The orange flats with gold and burgundy bows. Hey, they match my blouse.

If Bob saw me now , he’d say I was wearing, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.He’s a fanatic when it comes to clothes. He refuses to wear hand me downs. Guess he thinks he’s too good.

Oh, well, these will be comfortable enough. They used to belong to a rich lady that was always giving stuff away. Gee, I feel like a million dollars. Shew- wee- I feel good!

Better fix Johnny a snack, he’s always hungry when he gets in from school. Well, lets see, I don’t want him to  ruin his appetite for dinner so I’ll make him a light snack. Well here he comes banging the door as he flies through. Dog gone it, his shirts ripped and he’s got red mud from one end to the other. Guess it was that bully again wanting to take Johnny’s lunch. Man, why can’t he get his own sweet pickle and peanut butter sandwich.

I’ll have  a  talk with his parents. But, I’ll take care of that tomorrow.  The candles on the dinner table are starting to burn low and they would just ruin my linen table cloth imported from France. The T- fold napkins with the fourteen carot napkin rings just sparkle and shine like new wine, when the flickering candle light goes up and down, up and down, up and down.