Joy was the stage name of my mother
Most people in her later years knew her as Sylv or Sylvia. Looking back, she was much more of a Joy than a Sylvia.
She found joy in so many things.
Travelling far and wide in the last 30 years of her life, she would think nothing of waking up one morning and getting a flight to go and have lunch in Rome.
The opportunity to get in a cage with a baby tiger, in Thailand, Mom would be fighting to get to the front. I have recently wrote more about these adventures in my Travelling Sylvia posts.
Clothes. She loved her clothes. If she liked something she would often buy one in every colour it came in.
There was no such thing as the one in one out rule for her. Although she did love selling them at boot sales.
One of the last things she asked me to do was to make sure they went to people who would have loved them as much a she did. So this is what I am doing.
Joy was a hoarder
I didn’t realise until I started the painful; process the extent of her hoarding and inability to throw anything away. Love letters from a Greek man she met on her first Shirley Valentine aventure. My careers advice from 1975. A post war petrol ration book. And lots more.
Some clothes have been donated to a permaculture project, where they will be upcycled and sold to raise funding for the project.
Many items have also gone to local charity shops. Twenty large bags so far.
Some I have kept and am wearing those that fit me (she was 4′ 11″ I am 5′ 7″).
I have also given books and other items to good friends who have been so lovely and supportive during the worst weeks of my life.
The Burberry macs (three of them), the Gloverall Duffles (two), dresses and suits made by East, Monsoon, Anouki, Viyella and Country Casuals, jewellery and other bits and bobs I discover, will all be offered via Retro Joy, a virtual pop up, with occasional stalls at various events. I will always give 10% of the proceeds to a charity or other good cause.