I’m a closet case or I was for almost four years.
I’d left behind the name and home of my Oppressors and moved into a sort of flop-house. -that could use a lot more exposition but I don’t feel like it I slept on the floor of a girl’s room, with my head stuck in the bottom of a cloak closet for ‘privacy.’ It wasn’t your normal American bedroom closet, either. It was a cloak closet.
The smell of leather trainers and gym socks makes me think of those years…fondly.
Moving there was the Beginning of Good Things For Me. Mostly, I was living in a safer place! I was almost 15 years old as I moved in and had started my first year of uni when I moved out.
What brought this to mind today wasn’t the smell of leather trainers but an ad referring to ‘your shoe closet.’ I’m aware people have walk-in closets these days but are you telling me that people have closets just for their shoes? This reminds me of the nice lady telling us about her Purse Wall. I didn’t know what that meant but after explication, if you think of a handbag display at a shop — that’s how many she had and how she stored/ displayed hers.
Me? I’d have loved to have had an entire closet floor to sleep on but as it was, I was pretty damned pleased to place a pillow over her shoes at the bottom of that cloak closet. It was just about as wide as the pillow, so it worked out nicely!