"She put her dreams in mothballs."
What things do we put in mothballs?
Last night, on a show that featured a lady who has created a very English-country home in Seletar, an old blouse was taken out from a chest. The lady said that it was something she doesn't wear anymore but loves too much to throw away. I imagine mothballs in that chest.
Will she ever wear it again? Maybe she takes it out once in a while just to savour the memories clinging to the fabric. That distinct smell of mothballs builds its way into the history of that blouse.