Well, I have an update to my previous Pixie post. When I went to retrieve my fave handbag, the old zipper was intact; it had not yet been replaced by an ugly off-chocolate one which awaited my approval. When I declined the unacceptable substitution, the shopkeeper apologized. I took my baby on my arm and headed out the door.
It felt good to have her back again. En route to the U-Bahn, I passed another repair shop. That owner said he could do it but that it’d be very expensive and not worth it. Momentarily I mulled that over, as maybe it was to me. But then it hit me: I gave it my best shot. Now I needed to let go & follow the new flow. It that means shopping for a hot new handbag, so be it!
I bade my Dautore good-bye and laid it gently in a trash bin. Parting was such sweet sorrow indeed.
Here’s to loving what was, is & what’s right around the next corner, kids!
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