Moving out of the flat I’ve lived in for the past 2 years and I’m finding so many things that I forgot I even owned. About 1 1/2 years ago I had a bit of a hypomanic phase brought on by a change in medication and one of the side effects was oniomania (compulsive shopping), during which I spent over £1,000 on complete fucking SHIT that I didn’t need.
Hence the massive pom pom necklace, fox shaped scarf and pink feathered hairband.
Getting rid of it all is a necessary catharsis as I’m moving back home and I literally cannot fit most of it in my house, but it’s not easy having to look through it all and remember the days where I was so out of it that I just burnt through £1k (it was scholarship money, so I had it to spare, but still. Ouch.) It’s quite amusing as well, though. I mean, who else can say that they have a pair of green and brown sequinned trainers bought in a pique of mental illness?
I’m getting rid of most of it and giving it to local charity shops and so far I’ve filled 3 binbags with it. Oh my God, one of these days I will actually tell you how fucking mental I used to be (because seriously, depression is the thing you all know I have but there have been darker / more hilarious times) but for now, let me just tell you that there’s a binbag in the corner with six vintage ballgowns in it and eight packs of shoelaces.