My clothes and I have an intimate relationship. I remember how much each piece costed me, how and when was acquired, even my emotional state at the time. I have three old pieces in my wardrobe, ancient pyjamas gifted by an aunt 10 years ago, wearing them right this moment. An oversize pullover, which makes me look like a bear and it won’t fit in any of my coats.
A pair of biker gloves, I acquired one cold winter as a student in Ioannina- Greece. I recall the moment I walked into the store one cold afternoon to try the green pullover on the mannequin, noticed them and bought them for 59,99€. They were the coolest thing I had ever owned, the brand is Killah and I believe it doesn’t exist anymore. I was wearing them on the first date with M. and I am so grateful they’ve survived this far, considering how good I am at loosing gloves.
What are the oldest pieces in your wardrobe? What memories do you associate them with? I’d love to read on the comments below.
Have a great day! We’ll be heading to the Dolomite mountains in Italy and closer to nature this weekend.
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