My clothes are an intricate part of my memories. I remember...
- my favourite red shirt with the alphabet on it that my mom made for me
- that by grade 6 I loved clothes with drama - the red shirt with the ruffles down the front, the pink blouse with the voluminous sleeves (I still remember what the sleeves felt like against my arms)
- the brown full-circle skirt that my friend Carol sewed for me in junior high
- the cowboy hat I got for my 16th birthday from my friends
- wearing red to my formal while all the other girls wore white, yellow or baby blue
- the grey leg warmers I wore to shreds at dance class
- the beautiful white dress that was too formal to wear anywhere but I'd put it on now and again just to see what it looked like
- the first time a bought something I had seen in a magazine (white Esprit flats)
- receiving my Latvian ring
- my first pair of good-quality shoes
- the grey suit I wore for my grandmother's funeral
- discovering that you can wear Docs anywhere, with anything
- clubbing in long black evening dresses, a short gold one and every now and again army pants and a tank top
- the moment I tried on my wedding dress with a veil (That was a real "bride" moment for me. I cried)
- discovering Jamie casual
- manifesting my wishes with boots
I've really enjoyed taking a look at what I wear for SPC this month. It's been a journey of self-reflection and of owning that I really care what I wear. Thanks SPC!
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