It’s Wednesday. So it’s time for a chat.
Open Post is a little tradition we have here at Mamamia where we give you the chance to share what’s been happening during your week and what you just can’t stop thinking about.
Call me superficial, but this week I’ve been thinking about my wardrobe.
More specifically, I’ve been thinking about what I would like to be the newest addition to it.
I can get a little obsessive over things. Really obsessive. The latest object of my affection is a gorgeous Zimmermann jumpsuit that makes me nostalgic for warm summer days at the beach. All week I’ve been having an argument with my conscious over the reasons why I simply must have it. Backwards and forwards, it’s like a really long, frustrating game of tennis.
But I’ll play this tennis game out until the very last set. It’s easing toward the end of the week and that means it’s time for a decision, I’m leaning toward the “I absolutely need it to make my life 100% better and then I’ll never have to buy anything ever again because my wardrobe will be truly complete” side.
Justifiable? Maybe not, but at least if I’m ever feeling down I’ll be able to put on my new jumpsuit and reminisce about warm summer days once again.
So, should I buy it?
Over to you now, what’s on your mind?
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Open forum is great! I just got popcorn with it.
I read Mamamia voraciously, but rarely have the courage to
comment – usually because I don’t think I have much to add to the conversation –
I’m not a mother, my life is happy, and I haven’t suffered any major traumas.
It just always seemed too self-indulgent for me to give my two cents. But, as
this is an open post, and I just read about Singki’s beloved mother passing,
thought I’d have a little go. My brilliant, beautiful, brave, strong, stubborn
grandmother is 96, and not doing so great. Of course, I know the end comes to
us all, and she’s been unwell for a while, but I’m having trouble reconciling logic
and emotion. Mostly because I feel so guilty – I live across the other side of
the world, a plane trip back home takes 24 hours and my demanding job doesn't look
kindly on “unnecessary” absences. I’ll come home when/if the worst happens, but
for now all I can do is text my family, skype with my grandmother, and try
to focus on the happy memories. But it sucks. Missing out on the good stuff is
hard, but missing out on the bad stuff is even worse – when those you love are
suffering and sad, and there’s nothing you can physically do, it’s the ultimate feeling of powerlessness. Clearly feeling a little sorry for myself, so please excuse my down-in-the-dumps-ness.
That's really hard. My Mum had the same fear about her own parents who lived in The Netherlands. It just happened that she was with me in London when her mother died, so we were able to be on site almost immediately. When her father passed away, he had already decided that he wanted to go, and was able to take advantage of their euthanasia laws.
Sorry to hear that you're feeling bad, it's no fun.
Well aren't you lovely zepgirl. Thanks for the little burst of empathy, makes my day start off on a good foot (it's 8.30am here). I know it's not my mother or father, but we've been lucky to not have a lot of loss in our family, so this one will hit hard. Can't imagine what it must be like for families separated by war - makes me realize how fortunate i am that i can just hop on planes (albeit the longest plane ride ever) and be there. Hope you have a happy friday/saturday!
I lived 1,000 miles from Mum and Dad and believe me they preferred it that way. They both became rather anti-social in old age. But we always had a family oath - travel to see each other while we're still alive, don't waste money travelling for a funeral. Don't feel guilty about your Grandmother, she knows you love her and she'd feel terribly guilty if you spent all that money and lost work time going over to see her. You're lucky you can skype, I couldn't with my Mum and the last few years she was so deaf we couldn't talk on the phone, which I missed dreadfully. When I visited her we could talk face to face as she could lip-read. I would send her pretty cards, but when I visited I would find them and birthday and mother's day presents all still in their envelopes/packages. I'm so sorry you're feeling glum, but it's only natural as you love her so much. She understands. Thinking of you and sending a little prayer skyward for your lovely Grandmother.