For almost 10 years years of my life (16 to 26, to be exact) I was a pack a day -- sometimes 2 pack a day -- smoker. (I actually started smoking on a regular basis with the help of the woman I babysat for who 'lovingly' paid me in cartons of du Maurier Lights.)
After 15+ attempts to quit, I finally said goodbye to Mr. Ciggy, but not a day goes by that I don't remember my coffee and cigarette days. Case in point: As I was looking for a handbag earlier today, I came across this silver Whiting and Davis Cigarette Case with matching lighter cover. *Hmph* Then I see the cigarette hairpiece (above) from the Bland Spring '09 collection. *Argh*
No less than 10 minutes had gone by when I came across this cigarette butt and mirror sculpture entitled 'The Abyss' (above) by artist Damien Hirst (which, subsequently, was just featured in a Sotheby's auction). And, while my dream would be to never again desire these nasty little cancer sticks, my brain has forever been imprinted with the desire. *sigh* What I really want to know is, why can't I just be happy with something fashionably dangerous instead?























9 comments:
Wow I've missed so much!
Glad you've kicked the habit, you'll be happy in time trust me!
LM
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Congratulations on quitting, what a good move!
I smoked for three years, then quit cold turkey. It was one of the hardest—but best—things I ever did.
Look at the shoes!!!!!!!!!!
oh, no, get offline and stop torturing yourself!
Movies kill me, when they suck in real hard and blow out real slooooww....Bastards.
FUUUUUUCK! This is the last thing I need to see TODAY! I can't believe this, Imelda Mike quit yesterday and I quit today and I'm feeling very fragile.
viceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
whoever said desire was a wonderful thing never had an addiction to nicotine!
These are hilarious.
It's as if the cigarettes are haunting you! This stuff is crazy!
Smoking kills...nothing very fashionable about carbon encrusted lungs, stinky clothes and hair, etc.
And shame on Shirley...
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