Sad

Tackling the garage and all the memory boxes I’ve accurately which are as higgledy piggeldy as could be. Opened my trunk which had al the really personal older stuff and starting organising by decade. Started with my second decade, the 80s, which actually became a sobfest. They weren’t a great decade for me not just fashion wise and the downward spiral started with this wee entrance in my very sparse 5 year diary given to me for my tenth Christmas.
If only you could go back in time and tell your ten year old self, it’s gonna be okay. But not for about 40 odd years.