Some more thoughts about the triviality of fashion
Suspect I spend far too much time thinking about clothes, and perhaps if I actually lived in the flat I *own* I might put that energy into flat renovation, rather than worrying about what to wear. It's not so much an obsession with fashion, but just a protection strategy. I have to leave the house wearing something. Still have those nightmares about being at school without clothes, which are meant to be deeply significant.
Last Sunday was a small dilemma, trying to work out what to wear to the beach, considering I was going to be replacing it with a flattering wetsuit. Afterwards at the beachside pub, I got distracted by the fact that my skirt was in fact a rah rah skirt, and quite likely I'd bought it to compensate for being deprived of one during 1987-1988, it's main moment of glory.
In the evening I attended a cards game. Again a dilemma, trying to work out if my pink chinese slippers went with my chocolate brown cords and whether my Edwardian style white blouse needed a token wearing for 2005.
Token wearing is what you do when you can't work out to keep a top. You give it an outing, an airing, see how well it coped with social situations, if you could still enjoy wearing it outside of your own bedroom, and if the answer is negative, then you pack it up into storage where you keep it for another 12 months before finally donating it to the op shop.
However, the whole "remembering how to sew" business has really improved the situation, it encourages me to adapt and reuse what I already have. Thank you Nana, for being the original recycler extraordinaire.
Last Sunday was a small dilemma, trying to work out what to wear to the beach, considering I was going to be replacing it with a flattering wetsuit. Afterwards at the beachside pub, I got distracted by the fact that my skirt was in fact a rah rah skirt, and quite likely I'd bought it to compensate for being deprived of one during 1987-1988, it's main moment of glory.
In the evening I attended a cards game. Again a dilemma, trying to work out if my pink chinese slippers went with my chocolate brown cords and whether my Edwardian style white blouse needed a token wearing for 2005.
Token wearing is what you do when you can't work out to keep a top. You give it an outing, an airing, see how well it coped with social situations, if you could still enjoy wearing it outside of your own bedroom, and if the answer is negative, then you pack it up into storage where you keep it for another 12 months before finally donating it to the op shop.
However, the whole "remembering how to sew" business has really improved the situation, it encourages me to adapt and reuse what I already have. Thank you Nana, for being the original recycler extraordinaire.
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