I think I will take this moment of relative calm to apologize to anyone out there for my long absence. I did not lose interest in thrifiting or clothes, but the last six weeks or so have been quite sad for me and I just haven’t felt up to posting about clothes.
As you know, I live in Israel, and although I was traveling in the States during the first part of the Gaza war, we came back on the day the airlines cancelled flights to Israel (we happened to be flying El Al, the national airline, and weren’t affected) and have been here for plenty of bad news. As of my publishing this, the latest cease fire has lasted 24 hours, and I hope something good comes out of this tragedy.
I have to apologize to people much more affected on a daily basis by the war – traumatized residents of more southern Israeli towns that either lived in shelters or vacated their homes, families of soldiers for whom every day is a waiting game, and, of course, the people that live in Gaza that have had their lives disrupted, their families decimated and their homes destroyed. Yes, I realize it was more or less elected leaders on both sides that chose how to run this war. But choices are not so simple, sometimes there is the appearance of choice but really none at all, and everyone has suffered enough.
I live on a street where a fallen soldier lived and is now buried. The funeral and subsequent events were huge and heartbreaking. Most of the town went – my husband went. The thing I find so difficult to completely digest is how some of the nicest, noblest, most good people I know are so very adamant in their “us vs them” viewpoint. There is something about putting your son to battle that makes it very important that you know you are right.
I am not a sports fan, but I see nationalism as fandom taken to its most tragic degree. If people will literally kill over a soccer match you can imagine what they will do when their most sacred values are threatened. I have read lots of articles related to the war, but these two come closest to describing some aspects of how I feel.
Anyway, I hope when you read this the cease fire is still holding. I hope the administration of Gaza is taken over by someone other than Israel or Hamas who will insure that their world is rebuilt instead of their tunnels and they will be allowed to prosper. I hope with a heavy heart.
And I hope you will understand that through all this, losing myself in a thrift store is one of the best things I can do. I intend to start posting more about that in the near future.