I have this quirk, a word enters my head and refuses to
leave and props up at the most inopportune times and I find myself trying to
frame sentences with it in my conversations with self.
Not going there, that’s Pandora’s
box. I’m both prosecution and defense.
Haberdashery is the current bête noire. The definition of
the word is ‘small items used in sewing, such as buttons, zips, and thread’. Gets
me thinking, what a beautiful word… buttons, zips and thread are the links
convert fabric into an item of clothing. Yarn, whether as cloth or the
fantasies that we weave need haberdashery to convert them into a complete
ensemble.
Methinks we need haberdashery in life as well, little things
that seem so insignificant and blasé are in truth the mechanisms that transfigure
the mundane into a work of art.
That haberdashery then could be the hobbies you cultivate
and nurture, the habits you inculcate, the idiosyncrasies that define you and
above all, the people who surround you.
And now the sentence that's playing on loop in my head, you’re the haberdashery that augments my raiment from cotton
to gossamer…
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