How I consciously scored a leather jacket

I know how to score a leather jacket and parking spaces but something is missing to score more serious things. The bugger is that I understand what is missing and yet . . .

I have always adored soft leather jackets. An indulgence I know, but that is how it is. When in downtown I always go to Queens Arcade. There you find the most beautiful colored jackets you can imagine. I go in, look haughty, smell and touch the leather and sometimes I am brave enough to try on a 1000 dollar beauty. I never consider buying one, mostly for hypocritical reasons. Spending 1K on me cannot be done – I wouldn’t know how to tell my girl with a study loan of mega bucks that mum just splashed out on a jacket with a price of that magnitude. Another hypocritical reason is that it comes from a dead animal and that would cause another guilt trip. So because I never think of buying one, my pleasure is innocent and pure. I am unattached about owning one but enjoy the fantasy.
Then I go to Holland. And in Holland lives my cousin who buys designer clothes at a rate you cannot imagine. And as she needs space to hang her new clothes she discards her designer clothes at the same unimaginable rate. I know that and I know that I want her throw aways. I tell her I am coming, that I love having her oldies.
I turn up, the clothes show up and SURPRISE!
There is my leather jacket amongst it all.

Universe you’ve done it again.
I think because I was unattached in my desire and pleasure in leather jackets the universe delivered. There were no negative vibes involved to confuse it. I also had a chimney – my cousin – a contact that I knew and maintained well to deliver this prosperity through.

So what is missing to deliver the serious goodies, the one I desperately want, the big one, the sailing boat?
What is missing is the attitude I had towards the jacket and parking spaces.
The ‘joyful smell and try it on’ attitude is missing.
I cannot YET achieve being unattached. I cannot sit back and let the universe have a go. My little voice needs to meddle and it cannot stop. And my heart knows that passionately and lovingly going on with my business is the thing to do and that in the meantime chimneys will appear through which the universe can deliver.
But I let my little voice create negative vibes and confuse the universe. I want that sailing boat but my little voice is saying; “You cannot have one as you don’t know what chimneys to create and where. It is too big an ask”. And all the fun goes out the window. Bugger.
I somehow need to get my innocence back, to just enjoy the ride and to be in action by doing what feels right. And I need to watch that little voice!
I need more wonderful sailing experience on a fantastic boat to encourage the ‘joyful smell and try it on’ attitude.
Offers?

Is there hope for mums yet?

In the 1980 I left Holland convinced Rotterdam was the most boring city in the world.

It had its center and culture destroyed in the war and new buildings eracted, while the rest of Europe and Holland preserved their beautiful exciting old buildings.

As a result I felt that I was living in the ugliest and most inferior city of all and I was always slightly embarrassed to admit that I lived in Rotterdam and not Amsterdam.

Rotterdam, a city snubbed by tourists.

How annoying!

Idyllic world?

I wake up and Holland is white, as is the rest of Europe. Behind double glazing I sip coffee with my sister. The view is magic and so are the thick snow flakes.

I am tickled pink; if I have to miss the New Zealand summer, I might as well have a real winter.

Then somone turns on the radio. Reports of traffic jams, accidents, the plight of old people and warnings to stay at home are wafting into the room. I think: “Damn”.

Say it with pictures…