I've always had a problem with stuff. I like it. I accumulate it. I hold onto it in the off chance that it might some day be useful.
One summer when we came back to the States for a few months. I think it was 2002. We had been in Ethiopia for a few years, and in those years I had lost a considerable amount of weight. Everything was baggy, and while it may have been cool at some point in the 90s it wasn't quite so great in 2002. Nevertheless, I felt the need to buy a belt for some of my older clothes, just in case (new clothes were also bought, don't worry).
I remember the hunt for the perfect belt. Not too thick, not too thin..couldn't be colorful...had to go with everything.
And then I saw it.
Sure, it was in the men's section at Walmart, but it was simple and sturdy and just what I wanted.
I loved that it had all of these fancy little holes, so it would always be adjustable.
I'm pretty sure it was the most practical purchase I have ever made.
And I wore it, almost every day for a while there.
I would try out other belts, but they were not quite right. Too colorful...too flashy...too thin. There was always something wrong with them.
And so, I stuck with old faithful.
In fact, I've worn it at least once a week since 2002. That's 15 years with the same belt.
Now at this point in the post, I'm sure you are completely and totally confused as to why the heck I would write such a long post about something so simple.
Well...
Today, old faithful has failed me. All the years of wear and tear and life on 3 continents finally did it in.
And I'm honestly a bit (maybe a bit more than a bit, but not too much more) sad.
I know, I know...it's just a belt. But it's officially the last piece of clothing/accessory that I've had since I was in Ethiopia or Kenya.
The last hold out of little old high school me.
And you know that I'm someone that likes to grieve and hold on to memories.
I guess I need to add a belt to my summer shopping list. That new belt has no idea what it's up against...
One summer when we came back to the States for a few months. I think it was 2002. We had been in Ethiopia for a few years, and in those years I had lost a considerable amount of weight. Everything was baggy, and while it may have been cool at some point in the 90s it wasn't quite so great in 2002. Nevertheless, I felt the need to buy a belt for some of my older clothes, just in case (new clothes were also bought, don't worry).
I remember the hunt for the perfect belt. Not too thick, not too thin..couldn't be colorful...had to go with everything.
And then I saw it.
Sure, it was in the men's section at Walmart, but it was simple and sturdy and just what I wanted.
I loved that it had all of these fancy little holes, so it would always be adjustable.
I'm pretty sure it was the most practical purchase I have ever made.
And I wore it, almost every day for a while there.
And so, I stuck with old faithful.
In fact, I've worn it at least once a week since 2002. That's 15 years with the same belt.
Now at this point in the post, I'm sure you are completely and totally confused as to why the heck I would write such a long post about something so simple.
Well...
Today, old faithful has failed me. All the years of wear and tear and life on 3 continents finally did it in.
And I'm honestly a bit (maybe a bit more than a bit, but not too much more) sad.
I know, I know...it's just a belt. But it's officially the last piece of clothing/accessory that I've had since I was in Ethiopia or Kenya.
The last hold out of little old high school me.
And you know that I'm someone that likes to grieve and hold on to memories.
I guess I need to add a belt to my summer shopping list. That new belt has no idea what it's up against...
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