White winged dove...

posted on: Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Sometimes nostalgia hits me so hard it makes my heart ache. I wish I was one of those people who wasn't so affected (afflicted?) by the past. If it has been before - it matters to me. The future has a different dimension for me - in truth - I rarely think more than a few days ahead; a week at best. But the past? I have total recall of everything ever. My Dad used to say I had the memory of an elephant. As a child I could conjure up recollections of things that happened years before, effortlessly. The strains of a song - a few bars even - are sufficient for me to go back in time. Like when I hear Stevie Nicks singing 'The Edge of Seventeen' and I am transported to 1980's Floridian holidays, driving down the Gulf Boulevard with windows open and balmy, summer air; family times. I was probably wearing a towelling short-suit from K-Mart or maybe JC Penney...

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In fact when it comes to outfits I can also recall exactly what I was wearing (and most other people for that matter) with absolute accuracy. I wish this level of recall had a practical application in my life and was useful. But instead it simply serves to fill my head with outfit choices made by my friends ten or fifteen years ago. And then there are those 'hero' outfits or items that just stand out in memory. Like the penny loafers my friends and I wore at school - complete with a French centime slotted in - in that oh-so-chic (we thought) nod to Parisian fashion. My first ever Mulberry handbag, which I got when I graduated - brown, croc-effect; I wanted it to say 'mature' so I would land one of those swanky graduate jobs fresh out of college.

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The black satin strapless dress I wore for my thirtieth birthday party - I thought I had reached the height of sophistication! The best ever pair of boots that stayed with me for five years until they wore through to the ground below my feet.

I think a lot about the past and how it made me the way I am. My friend Emma and I were conducting another text discussion in amongst evening kiddy dinners and sips of wine, about growing older. We face our fortieth year. She commented that I had fully considered all of the elements of ageing gracefully and how to look ones best. Healthy hair, subtle colours; no grey. Impeccable dressing choices. Well-groomed. Good fabrics; no thread-bares. Considered jewellery choices - the good stuff. Looking after your skin - moisture and plump. Use facial oil! It all seemed like a lot of hard work when we described it, but in a way I don't mind that. It shows progression to me. Got to keep pressing on :-)

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9 comments :

  1. You are such a special girl Lou....xx

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  2. Where does 'Blue Light' by Prince take you, or maybe a touch of ska music?! Big smiles.xxxxxx

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  3. I'm the same way. I remember everything.

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  4. It's funny my family always say I have a memory like an elephant also and I remember the smallest detail. Yet maybe it is sign of growing older I often go upstairs and forget what I went up for.

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  5. Dear Lou,

    I couldn't help smiling.... I do exactly the same. Past made of you the person you are today. Is it bad to think of the past?
    I also remember perfectly well what I wore at a certain, special moment, which music I/we listened to....

    Please don't be sad about it but enjoy the present and make plans, dreams fof the future! Warm hug, M xx

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  6. feeling nostalgic.
    your memory is awesome!

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  7. 40 is fabulous - life is what you make it and it is only a number after all.
    Having said that I did go through that whole "Omg I am going to be 40. 40?! 40!!!" in April last year when it was my turn.
    Once you actually turn the age, it is like anything you move on, look forward and embrace where you are at.
    I am with you in the whole looking back to the past thing.
    I have four children and my baby just started part time school this year, so five days a fortnight I am longing for the days when she was a newborn and the rest were also little.
    I am so sentimental and I don't want to let go of that stage, but somehow can't quite make the jump to having one more.
    I love the line about you and your friend conducting text message conversations between wine and getting dinner ready. Love it! I so do that with my friends.
    Nostalgia, must be the key phrase for this month.
    I guess it is good to look back, as long as at some stage we can let go and move forward. Not always easy.
    I am so glad it is not just me!

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  8. Dear Lou I love and "understand" your words
    Hugs, Daniela

    I read you every day and I'm so happy when you are here

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  9. 40... it's my turn in three years time. How did that happen?
    I've go t a bit of an elephant brain as well. But a few years ago, I have stopped mulling over every little detail that has happened in my life. I guess I have slowed down so much, that for the first time, I've got the feeling that I don't need to reflect that much to digest what's happened. Also, my life has become a little less dramatic than it used to be.
    Anyway, I am not making lots of sense. Had a week without the husband, and both kids have been ill. Loved this post.
    Dxx

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