Not melancholic, but a happy flashback I had this week.
We (and by we I mean Mrs Stace) have spent some time recently spring cleaning the bedroom. Trying to find space for all of our things, and trying to clear up the too many bits and bobs we have.
And so another clean out of the wardrobe has happened, really it should have been done last year when I transitioned, but at the time I just got rid of the clothes that were in the way so I had space for my new wardrobe.
A large pile of clothes, keep or throw out for each of them and they all went. I have enough DIY clothes and that is the only thing I would wear those for.
There are a few things that I just can't part with. And they all belong to my wedding outfit.
A suit, in a colour that I always swore I would never buy (but is actually really nice), the tie and shirt and the shoes that went with it (bought from a specialist shop in Amsterdam so they actually fitted).
And I just can't consider getting rid of any of them. I've never worn the suit after the day, the shoes did get some use in dance lessons a few years ago - the leather soles were perfect for dancing, but obviously I have not worn them for a long time now.
And yet, they stay. Categorically. The memories of that day are still very fresh in my head. The only photo that we have of him the house is also one from the wedding day, and that stays too. I may not feel much connection with the man in the photo, but he looks so happy (and looks good - about the only picture where I would say that! Maybe that is also the memories working on me) and it can take me back instantly to when the photo was taken that I couldn't not see it all the time.
Happy days :)
How is it something as mundane as a pair of dusty shoes can do that to you?