I absolutely believe in Karma clothes. And other things that have either a blessing or a curse attached to them. The blessed jumper, the doomed dress, the get lucky shoes – you name it, I have worn them and they either brought me luck or made me throw up on a guy (True story). That particular dress is currently sitting in a large plastic bag because I will never ever wear again.
It’s a shame because it is absolutely gorgeous but it has bad Karma. I wore it on the puke date. And on the second date with the married guy in an attempt to redeem it and that went down the pan too, although one could argue it has nothing to do with the dress that he turned out to be married. Yes it could be third time lucky but I’m not chancing that. Unless I go out with someone I’m not too bothered about, then maybe. But the likelihood of that happening is very, very slim especially considering it is destined for the charity shop this afternoon.
The same goes for the jumper I wore on my first date with the text dumper. And the bottle of Poison he brought me back from a trip to Abu Dhabi. This I am pretty gutted about because I used to love this perfume but now it’s forever spoilt because I associate it with him. Oh and the fact he told me it reminds him of his mom. Thanks for that dude. Anyway, the jumper went out with the trash already – I pulled a thread on a night out so that made it easier to part with it – and the perfume made a friend of mine very happy so it wasn’t all for nothing. Still mildly annoying though because I liked both a lot really. Jumper and perfume, not text dumper and friend. Them as well actually. Oh, you know what I mean. On a side note, TD bought me Flowerbomb on our refresher and I am not letting this one go. But that is because I think it keeps the guys away for a bit now and maybe that is what I need.
Another thing I can’t bring myself to wear again are hoopy earrings. My first husband loved me wearing them. I still can’t work out if I wore them because he liked them or because I did. I even bought a pair again recently but they are just sitting on my dresser looking at me. Slightly accusing because I think they know they are destined to go eventually. Sorry guys, I tried. Maybe another time.
You could argue this is a pretty expensive way to look at stuff, but I honestly think some things are just doomed and cursed. And they ooze doomdom onto everything around them. And they hold unpleasant memories. Every time I look at them I remember things I’d rather banish into oblivion. So to make me feel better, I get rid of them. I mull over things enough as it is, I don’t need constant reminders dotted around the house. Spring cleaning of a the mind so to speak in an attempt to achieve inner peace.