Weekly photo Challenge … Mine
Here is another concept not easily quantified. Take these boots for instance they look like mine; they are on my feet. They seem to belong to me; I paid for them. However, they are about 8 years old; shabby and need to be replaced. They will be be put into the rubbish bin and taken to the landfill. They will no longer be mine.
Moreover, they have another tale to tell. When I bought these boots my daughter was a student and raising funds to do the the World Challenge to Peru. She worked as a waitress and needed a substantial pair of black shoes. Even the cheapest pair would eat into her hard earned cash. So the dear girl borrowed my boots. By day I wore them to the library and during the evening she wore them to wait at tables. Whose boots where they?
So I wonder what is mine … and for how long?
Coat Hanger Doll's House 
I remember very many years ago that I needed a briefcase for work and couldn’t afford it. You bought something from me (a couple of bags or something, I can’t remember) and that meant I could buy the briefcase. I still have it, and I still use it. And I still think of you when I do!
I think of you … and only recently Amy bought a couple of little black pumps as you used to … a pair for best and the other for every day xxx
When you have children I think many things become shared 🙂
It wasn’t until I wrote that piece that I realised what a rich and underrated resource it is … and how I miss it!