Bonds, Lilac Bonds

Do you see what I see? I see a wily bad girl, bent on throwing a spanner in my hoisting project, cleverly disguised as a ratty Bonds top. The name’s Bonds, Lilac Bonds.

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Don’t be fooled by her bedraggled appearance, Lilac Bonds is alternating between scathing mockery and alluring seduction from the hanger.

Bonds top
Bonds, Lila Bonds

There’s no explaining it. I love this ratty old Bonds top. I think its provenance is Myer at the illustrious mecca of Melbourne’s south eastern suburbs, Knox City, circa 1990-something. She’s practically vintage, right?

I think my ideas about having too much stuff being related to a sense of comfort are encapsulated completely in this one item. Oh Lila.

Can a piece of clothing simply be a sweet Velveteen Rabbit, or it is destined to be a Trojan Horse of Hoarding?

While I ponder that, I think I will tackle something else, like the boxes under the bed, and see if I can ignore the alluring ‘Bonds girl’ pull of this battered old lover.

Have you been hoisting the hangers? Sorting your shoes? Culling your cardis? I’d love to hear about it.

I need some encouragement! Have you ever slayed a Bonds bad girl?

Yours in wobbly-midway-hoisting-slumpiness,

Annette x

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