Still happening in England right now: The killing of our beautiful UK badgers in a licenced cull. With this year’s target to kill over 33,000 badgers. I view this a sick unscientific, cruel murder of our wildlife, with the possibility that some populations may not recover. Totally a sign of sickness in individuals and the way things are being run, against the wishes of the people and for those that live by the gun.
People buy new stuff and then dump it (rinse and repeat). A lot of stuff doesn’t ever go away. A lot of it can be used or repurposed or recycled. Yet it gets dumped and the land fills with what could have been, and the land fills with what could have been, and the landfills are unseen, and the land fills with what could have been (rinse and repeat).
The proceeds of wants, while haves and little greeds,
It’s started again in England. I think I’ve got my sums about right, that when you add up all the maximum in each area, the government wish to killed well over 33,000. The areas are Gloucestershire, Somerset, Dorset, Cornwall, Devon, Herefordshire, Cheshire and Wiltshire, but please don’t blindly believe me, check out this government website.
It’s totally non scientific, which will make for cruel and unnecessary suffering. Science say it will make badgers spread out through fear into other areas and if they are carriers of illness they will take it with them.
So you may ask “What is a capsule wardrobe Bexy?” and my rough answer is:
Just the right amount of clothes (whatever you think need & have space for).
Things you love to wear in your style and colour choice.
Things that go together to mix & matchincluding shoes and scarfs.
Take absolutely everything out of your wardrobe, your draws etc… and plonk it on your bed (at this point you might panic, so move swiftly onto number 2).
Go an put the kettle on, make some nice fruity tea, drink tea, come back to the room as soon as you are calm again, preferably within the same day.
Place those items you’ll NEVER ~ EVER want to wear again into a Red Cross donation bag (even the raggity ones, because they will not be wasted, but go for rags and make money for the charity too).
Assess what’s left and see if you have a style of things you love wearing and put them back (there might be some that need to go under the bed just in case you think you might want them later, including repeats of the same top).
Put clothes you want to upcycle into a separate place, safe, but NOT into your wardrobe.
You might at some point want to weed out colours that don’t make you feel happy.
People are not dolls, you don’t have to match your clothes, but take note that the truth be told and it is that the majority of sheepeople take a lot at face value.
Please don’t be a sheepeople and judge others by what they wear.
I’ve not experienced a hurricane, only I have lived under a tin roof through some very serious strong winds in Orkney. I’ve heard the wind pulling at it and the rain smashing down on the tin roof sounding like canes; and although the walls were 4 foot thick and made of stone, at times my nerves was paper thin. So yes, I really do feel for those that live through such times. When the elements dance with hobnail boots on manmade things and slash through our creations as if nettle bashing. Where our nerves have no choice, but to feel paper thin!
Maybe this is the last post about our beloved, maybe? We met nose to nose in a mart. Him straight off the mountain, pulled away from his mother and given up. He stood there and when he went into the ring I bid and we won, the both of us. He came home and we nursed the parasites out of him, the fears went with them and we thrived. We had some times. Nothing really scared him, but he could be wary of flip flops for some reason. As for the teenagers that are now adults, the ones who called him over to stub their fags out on him, the ones he forgave and returned to, well I’m still working on forgiving you, who ever you are. He even went on “You’ve been framed” by pulling the hat off a neighbour’s head when he was filming his grandchildren offering him a carrot. He played ball, but ended up many times biting into it and shaking it like a puppy dog.
His world of West Wales
He lived here, he really did and did it well for twenty years without being angry and hateful. Bless ‘im.