I am looking at these purple glittering spiderweb opera gloves that are still in their original package. Guilt weighs on me, heavy sigh...
It is not that I need an occasion (I don't think an appropriate one exists that warrants their wearing) but that I suppose I have mostly forgotten them, and when they catch my eye I never feel compelled to wear them. I felt very compelled to buy them. I remember the feeling, oh yes, "Purple glitter spiderweb opera gloves! Oooh, pretty, and they're on sale!"
Bad bad consumer, waster, wanter. Not that I am a minimalist by any means, though I admire that simple clean way of thought... I endow things I own with blessed appreciation and meaning, and love to be surrounded by beauty, and beauty, to me is eclectic and ornate. (translation = packrat) However, I do not like to own something never used, never worn, never given a thought. Bad.
I see but little recourse other than an ultimatum: Either these gloves glitter on my person within the month, or make a purple present to some deserving soul who will love them as needed.
I wonder if I can wear these to work?
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