One of the greatest feelings in life is holding a treasured possession and re-experiencing every memory you associate it with. I have a few items that I keep for the sole purpose of doing just that. I have my baby blanket , that still stays under my pillow to give me a peaceful sleep, and there is a little childhood toy and every time I hold it close to my face I feel safe and comforted. However, there are two items, both very different in style, that best allow the past emotions to resurface to become so real and vivid.
One of the two, is my first pair Doc Marten boots. When I was 14, I was the epitome of cool, or so I thought. I would stomp around with angst, determined that I was so original and that no-one would ever get what I was about. I would come home from school, angrily of course, listen to some Sex Pistols and really believe that I was just as cool and loud and vulgar as Sid Vicious. However, I cringe now because the truth of the matter is that I was a quiet little girl, who wore weird clothes, listened to weird music, had a lot on her mind and agrued with her mum a lot. A rioting punk, I most definitely was not, but I liked to believe it. When I got a pair of red Doc Martens for my 14th birthday, I was in hormonal teenage heaven. They showed the world what I still believe myself to be; individual, creative and proud of it.
Putting them on now, at almost 20, I’m right back in that mind set and I remember the rollercoaster of emotions that you go through at the age; the excitement and rush from rebellion and passion and the heart-break and end of the world type despair that you think is going to ruin your life. I love those shoes; they’re like an ornament that i’m proud to display. I bought a new pair this week to make a new memory and attempt to be that girl again, just with a bit more experience on her shoulders.
The second, and probably the most valued possession, is my watch. I coveted the Chanel J12 since the first time I laid eyes on it. With heavenly gleaming white ceramic and a ring of dazzling stones around its face, it was sublime and as close to perfection that we will come on earth. Every time I saw someone on T.V or in magazine wearing a version of the J12 I would be extremely jealous and tell my mum “someday I’ll have that watch” but it was beyond wishful thinking and I barely believed it. But, unbelievable, I did get my J12.
When I met my fiancé, he was always very kind and generous and enjoyed showering me with little gifts. Whether it was a Big Mac or a bunch of flowers, I had never felt so grateful or even so special. However, gratitude doesn’t even come close to describing how I felt when Darren handed me my perfectly perfect Chanel J12 on Christmas morning last year. For the first time in my life, I could barely breathe, let alone speak. Every day I look at the watch, I’m not only stunned by its beauty, but more importantly I feel overwhelmingly blessed. I never thought, if I was ever lucky enough to own a J12, that it would be more than a piece of jewellery, but in reality it means so much to me. It reminds me everyday that my fiancé loves me with all of his heart and that he would go any distance at any time of day just to put a smile on my face. Even when I am old and time has moved on, looking at my watch will bring me back and let me relive, over and over, one of the most special days of my life.
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