I was tagged by dearest MotherVenting and frankly I can’t say no to her (equally I am a little bit frightened of the consequences if I do) to share my vintage threads.
A bit about me and old clothes; vintage threats being a more modern term. Where to start? Clothes are something I tend to create complicated and lengthly relationships with. For me, clothes move through stages, favourite items in the top drawer; the initial crush. Then demotion to ‘work’ items and down a drawer, kept for regular dates, but nothing special. Items I really love, remain on the edges of the drawer or the wardrobe in ‘just in case’ mode, often they’ve moved on but I can’t accept it’s over. Finally, if I admit things have changed between us, such as, a much-loved pair of Levi’s worn to death but with a huge hole across the knee giving me the look of change.(80’s boy band who had holes in the knees of their jeans: and that was the extent of Bros). If it’s a case of it’s not you it’s me, they are moved to ‘the bag in the attic’. I am a hoarder by nature, I cling, but I made a commitment to
I’d hung on to outfits worn to weddings and special nights out, one night stands, but never worn again. Then I saw the profit of ebay and I unceremoniously dumped them. I recycled those jeans, it was empowering sisters.
I still browse fashion magazines and see pages of brogues and pleated skirts exactly as I owned in my youth and find myself daydreaming; what might have been. Could I rekindle the love of faded Levi’s with a hole in the knee, should it appear as a trend? I’m ‘just good friends’ with a t-shirt, that says “Queen for a Day”. Sometimes a girl needs a sentiment like that.
A t’shirt long owned by Mr Noo, purloined by me, still worn to bed, it was the item I intended to givein. The memories we could have created.
Probably the oldest item, that lives in ‘the bag in the attic’ and one which I will (probably) never go out
with in again but cannot bring myself to let go of is the dress I wore on my 21st (*cough* if only I could remember how long ago that was *ahem*). Not a groovy glittery number, it was cool at the time (really) and suited an evening of cocktails and food with friends. I know you’re looking at me as if I’ve just introduced a short bald man in a Christmas jumper. I think it qualifies as my most vintage thread and I lurve it. Still.