More of Who Will I Be Today

lady in funky clothes like Anne

I am not a fashion maven.  I do not care for new clothes.  New clothes are tabula raza; they have no life story, and for me, that is the most important thing I look for in life.  Everything has a story, and if it doesn’t I will make one, but how can you make a story from something that is brand new and has not lived anywhere except on a clothes rack.

I have always loved thrift stores, garage sales, and swap meets of all kinds. There is such a sense of adventure, and what I like especially is that when you go to these types of places, all racial, all political, religious or spiritual or cultural differences seem to disappear.  Everyone seems to blend into a wonderful mixture that looks like the clothes in this photo; there is a little of everything.  And people sit down at the tables to eat their preferred foods – sometimes things from their own cultures, and sometimes people are just plain adventuresome with what they eat.  But the key thing is that they all sit together at the tables, talking often in their native languages, and people doing their best to communicate with others who don’t speak the languages, everyone laughing at the antics of children, or pointing excitedly to a booth that might have extra good items.

And there we all are.  One could not paint a more beautiful and sacred photo I believe.  there is such a great feeling at the end of our time at these magical events.  People are quick to show you their “treasures,” be they the find of heirloom tomatoes, or perhaps a new variety of plant, or a huge watermelon that is going to bring a treat to a big family and friends.

I often use my background in archaeology/anthropology to do a study of a thrift store if I go into a new area, and I can tell so much about the people who live in the area by their “living” artifacts with the stories I mentioned.  I can tell if they are primarily seniors who live in the area, business people, or if they are a poor area or an ultra-wealthy one, and I can tell about the children too by the clothes, as well as the cultures represented.  And the books and other living artifacts are great clues too.  This is such a fun way to spend time discovering history’s mysteries!

I will never be “old” as long as I can find things to have fun with such as these things.  I will always be a hippy sort of person in the way I love to think of other people and our society as a whole.  The way I choose to dress is sort of a statement about all of that, and I am glad to be who I am because, as the photo says, I have never been this age before, and in one second, I will never be this age again.

 

 

 

 

 

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14 thoughts on “More of Who Will I Be Today

  1. I to love this post and don’t care too much about clothes either…I always remember my mum saying clothes don’t maketh the man although I am not so wild and wacky with clothes as I once was…A great way to identify the background of an area by the thrift shops and I suppose we used to follow that mantra when we scoured the shops for “that” find… A great post 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Carol. I will likely always be as wild and wacky as I am now. And I agree about how much fun to go shopping. Can you imagine? I grew up when we still had all the great five and dime stores, and we took the bus to go downtown. Nothing like that I think! Grandma and I used to go into Mode O’Day and look, and look at all the hats and matching bags and purses, and we would have lunch downtown. Fifty cents for a huge hamburger with everything and it was real hamburger too! And a milkshake or a malt came with the big silver colored big mixer glass, and those were so delicious. I don’t know why we didn’t all weigh 300 lbs. or more! So I miss all that, and when I was young, my family was poor and we always got our clothes at the thrift store. Mom bought bread for us too at the day-old bread place. You know, we did not feel poor. We got to go to lunch on Sundays – the whole family, and often to a nice restaurant. But food was cheap then too. I so miss those days!

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      1. So do I Anne and I remember my mum swapping the sleeves over on our jumpers so the darning which would have showed on our elbows was in the crook of our arms..I think that was clever… We were also poor but we ate well and always had a holiday and special new outfits for Easter..We were happy and healthy..I also miss those days which is probably why I love living here in Thailand because in many ways it is similar to my childhood days…Yes the holiday resorts are sparkling and awful…lol..to me but rural Thailand where I live is refreshing , people cook and share and most have very little but always a smile …It humbles me at times… Enjoy your Sunday 🙂 x

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      2. And after reading your comments on your blog, I know that those things we had then were not good for us, but we did not know differently. Smoking was the worst! I never did, but my Grandma did and she smoked at least a pack and a half a day, so my lungs are all scarred and it is terrible. Yes, the no smoking of those days was just an area in the same room with a fence around it. You have a good Sunday too. I was interested to read that you lived in Thailand. It is a beautiful country in so many areas for certain. I bet you have some wonderful stories to tell. I had a friend I have lost touch with who had moved to Vietnam in a beach town area after her husband, who was some sort of government worker over there passed on. It sounded like a truly wonderful place.

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      3. Oh, I certainly do, Anne, many of which are on my blog… Smoking I did many, moons ago but no longer and trust me ex-smokers are the worst…I hate the smell…Vietnam is supposed to be very nice and on my to-do list but there is still much to see and do here..Enjoy your week 🙂

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