Yikes, I need a life!

 

My name is Matilda and I need a life. 

I was reborn in a thrift store. Oh I had a previous life standing in the window of a modest dress shop wearing nondescript clothing, but my real life began in a small southern town that had seen better days. I had ended up in a junk shop pushed to the back and half hidden by cheap picture frames, bed springs, stained linens, and musty upholstered furniture. Having been roughly treated I had lost my hair, missed eyelashes on one eye and had various eczemas and scars. My arms and legs were stiffly locked, but I was tall and slender and had beautiful eyes that gazed out on the cobwebs and grime of my surroundings, my slightly parted lips ready to speak. I had an innocence that beguiled.

One dreary afternoon a lady found me, brushed off my dust, and loaded me, naked, into the back of a pickup truck. She was kind and elderly and she wore a magnificent yellow embroidered coat. I knew I would see marvels along the way, sights more splendid than my biggest dreams. She whispered to me that my adventures were just beginning. Yikes! I need a life!

So here I am now in a cozy room filled with the most delightful fabrics, tassels, hats and bows. Most all came from the racks of thrift stores. There are embroidered vests, satin slippers, black fedoras, silk skirts, and old mink. Piles of clothes are brought in from thrift stores all over the world. New wigs, hats, fascinators, leg warmers, turbans, feathers, corsets, dusters, a swirl of prints and colors more exotic than my mother’s garden, I would be garlanded in African beads, rhinestones, flower broaches, and chandelier earrings. Yikes! I get dressed in amazing sometimes outrageous outfits and in a sort of law of attraction, the most astonishing adventures come my way. I found a life in thrift stores. "Goodies", "Sal's Boutique", "Fannie's Fantastic Thrift", and the clothes I would carry would lead me to unknown and exciting territory. I was named "Matilda" for the waltzes I would dance.