Italian women are world renowned for their sense of fashion, their eyes for style and their ability to walk in high heels. What’s even more impressive, is they have teeny, tiny little closets.
What??? How is that possible? The first time I was in Italy I was given the privilege of seeing my cousin’s closet in Rome. It was built into the wall, sleek, and impossibly tiny. Living in La Citta Eterna means that there are centuries of Roman architecture and art, masses of humanity, and Not A Lot Of Space. I suppose it’s a trade off….
The secret is in selection. Instead of having ten pairs of black trousers, she had one. Tailored, lined, perfect. It probably cost a fortune, but just up front. When I consider how many not quite right pairs of black trousers I have purchased, I’ve probably spent more than she had. Imagine only having a tiny closet of clothes that fit, match one another, and make you feel beautiful.
Traveling light is an idea that has appealed to me for years. I’ve read articles and blogs about lightening the load, packing less, double duty toiletries….but I think the real appeal is that when you HAVE less, you have MORE. There is a sense of freedom that comes with Owning Fewer Belongings. I love the sense of detachment from my stuff. The Bible says not to store your treasure where moths and thieves can get at it, but rather to store them in heaven.
I wonder, if I had to evacuate my house due to pending natural disaster, what things would I take? Obviously, since my family and my pets are not things, but living beings, they don’t count. I would already have them in the car. However; if I were to take a look back into the house of what was Worthy of Saving, what would it be?
I wear the same jewelry all the time. It’s part of me. Each piece was given to me by special loved ones. They hold sentimental value and they have meaning. I am never without them.
I carry my Bible in my bag….the bag itself would be worth saving. It was purchased in Italy at The Sirni Pelletteria in Rome. (That’s a whole other story.) Dishes? Candles? Appliances? Even photographs that are priceless to me have already been loaded out into cyberspace.
Toys? I do have a lovely china doll my husband put into my Christmas stocking one year after I told him that was my dream as a child to see one peeking out of my stocking. I would take her….and my purple sock monkey.
What would you bring? What is Worthy to Ride Away from Disaster?
Tomorrow marks the Ferragosto in Italy. A mass exodus of Italians will begin to make their way, like tiny sea turtles, back to the sea. To me, August seems like it should be the beginning of the new year. School children returning to classes have a clean slate, so to speak. There is a sense of promise and new beginnings for them, and their teachers. There really is nothing like the smell of new notebooks in the fall. Clean, empty, sparse pages that will hold….no one knows yet. There is where we find the promise.
The idea of starting over appeals to me at this point in thelsummer. There is a promise of harvest in the air. We begin to gather up and draw within. I feel like there is a renewal in cleaning out now and starting over. Closets, inboxes, notebooks…the fullness of negative space appeals to me.