Wednesday, July 28
I don’t remember the last time I wore a piece of clothing until it fell apart. Actually I do. It was my 7 jeans. Oh how I loved them. They were the most perfect jeans in the entire universe. No fooling. But they tore and I patched them. And they tore and I patched them. And they tore and I patched them. And they tore and I had to say goodbye. I was genuinely sad. Never again have I found a pair of jeans so perfect. It’s like the creator came and took my measurements while I slept (in a totally non-creepy way) and hand crafted the jeans from everything that is good and right in the world. *Sigh*.
But these days with clothing being so cheap and tastes changing so often I barely wear something enough to wear it out. Oh sure, I’ve bought clothes that were so cheaply made they fell apart as soon as I took the tag off (don’t get me started on polka dot stockings) but I mean falling in love with something and wearing it again and again and again.
I never would have guessed an $11 top from Tightrope would steal my heart. But this guy has. I find myself excited every time I see it in the clean clothes basket. The awful thing is that it’s not the best quality. I’m sorry guy, I’m just being honest. When I buy something from Tightrope I don’t predict getting more than 2 wears out of it. Sure that might not be very mindful but for less than $14 for pretty much anything in there, well, I can afford not to be. So I shouldn’t be surprised that this top faded considerably after the first wash. That the white is getting greyer and the black is getting greyer. That the sequins have somehow become razor sharp on the inside. Soon it’s going to get to that embarrassing stage where clearly it’s old and I’m clinging to a dangerously sharp, mottled grey piece of mixed cotton, polyester and spandex.
I don’t want him to be remembered that way, all worn down and a shadow of his former self. Instead, let’s take a moment to celebrate the good times.
Singlet: Was Mum’s
Skirt: Was Mum’s