Friday, October 4, 2013
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Op Shopping Finds
Whenever I'm out and about and find a new op shop, it feels like I've won the lottery!
I love, love, love looking at all the brick-a-brack, checking out how much brand name items have been reduced and finding all sorts of quirky furniture. Op shops are like a museum ofsociology, recording what we was and what may be once again.
Students often buy their wares from op shops, which in my opinion in a catalyst for re-introducing fashions of the past into the future. This along with their subconscious recollection of fashions during their formative years and current political/economic circumstances dictate fashion.
I will start putting up posts of my finds.
There are some items that, although I love their concept or love the way they look, I have not bought simply because they will never be used. It is their novelty which attracts me. I am excited to have somewhere to chronicle these finds.
I doubt that anyone reads this but, if you do and would like me to hunt an object or piece of vintage clothing down for you, let me know so I can track it down on my next expedition.
Happy Reading,
JAFS
I love, love, love looking at all the brick-a-brack, checking out how much brand name items have been reduced and finding all sorts of quirky furniture. Op shops are like a museum of
Students often buy their wares from op shops, which in my opinion in a catalyst for re-introducing fashions of the past into the future. This along with their subconscious recollection of fashions during their formative years and current political/economic circumstances dictate fashion.
I will start putting up posts of my finds.
There are some items that, although I love their concept or love the way they look, I have not bought simply because they will never be used. It is their novelty which attracts me. I am excited to have somewhere to chronicle these finds.
I doubt that anyone reads this but, if you do and would like me to hunt an object or piece of vintage clothing down for you, let me know so I can track it down on my next expedition.
Happy Reading,
JAFS
The Myth of Maturity
Whilst enjoying one of my favorite past times, op shopping, I came across a paperback by Terry Apter called The Myth of Maturity, What Teenagers Need from Parents to Become Adults.
Something compelled me to pick it up. The blurb did not interest me so much so I started flicking through the pages.
The paragraphs were well written and easy to understand. More importantly they spoke to me. Even though I am past my third decade of life, I still feel trapped in some sot of adolescent limbo. My mother had kept me in a world of Disney Land princesses, where love, miracles and magic guide our actions. She also worked on instilling a sense of fear rather than knowledge when it came to sex, relationships and the potential hardships of life.
My mother, who did the best job she could despite her circumstances, had failed to open my eyes to reality. I had been coddled and protected against anything "nasty" or unsavory, which I imagine would be the first instinct of any care giver. This however did not prepare me for the assault of experiences I was to encounter. Pain was to be shunned rather than embraced in order to obtain greater satisfaction. Risk was to be avoided rather than taken to possibly achieve great success. Anything that hurt was to be viewed as wrong rather than something that would build the id and grow the spirit.
I have been left a child, avoiding the "worries" and "commitments" of adulthood. It has been a number of years now since I've realised that I am the only one who can do all the hard work required to drag my mind out of it's adolescent funk and venture into the rewarding, guilt free (in terms of sex and other things teenagers generally try to hide from their parents), very real and connected world of my adult self. Not that there is anything wrong with having a childlike wonder, or a hunger for life that is associated with a young adult. I just need a further dimension to my existence, one that lets go of the years that have passed and embraces the painful yet rewarding possibilities of the future.
The Myth of Maturity...
Something compelled me to pick it up. The blurb did not interest me so much so I started flicking through the pages.
The paragraphs were well written and easy to understand. More importantly they spoke to me. Even though I am past my third decade of life, I still feel trapped in some sot of adolescent limbo. My mother had kept me in a world of Disney Land princesses, where love, miracles and magic guide our actions. She also worked on instilling a sense of fear rather than knowledge when it came to sex, relationships and the potential hardships of life.
My mother, who did the best job she could despite her circumstances, had failed to open my eyes to reality. I had been coddled and protected against anything "nasty" or unsavory, which I imagine would be the first instinct of any care giver. This however did not prepare me for the assault of experiences I was to encounter. Pain was to be shunned rather than embraced in order to obtain greater satisfaction. Risk was to be avoided rather than taken to possibly achieve great success. Anything that hurt was to be viewed as wrong rather than something that would build the id and grow the spirit.
I have been left a child, avoiding the "worries" and "commitments" of adulthood. It has been a number of years now since I've realised that I am the only one who can do all the hard work required to drag my mind out of it's adolescent funk and venture into the rewarding, guilt free (in terms of sex and other things teenagers generally try to hide from their parents), very real and connected world of my adult self. Not that there is anything wrong with having a childlike wonder, or a hunger for life that is associated with a young adult. I just need a further dimension to my existence, one that lets go of the years that have passed and embraces the painful yet rewarding possibilities of the future.
The Myth of Maturity...
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