Like many girls I have always loved dressing up. As a child I spent many happy hours in theatre dressing rooms gazing at the beautiful costumes that all played their part in a story. Dresses and stories have been synonymous for me ever since. It is so easy nowadays to see clothing as something that is easily replaced and forgotten to make way for the new, however everything we have worn has been part of our life stories in some way, clothing us as it would a character in a novel or play. Woven into the fabric becomes memories, places, people... How wonderful it would be if we could know the history of all those vintage and second hand things we buy... I have dresses that I must sell but I don't want to lose the memory that each one holds. Here is my personal space to recall each ones story as I say goodbye...

Wednesday, 3 April 2013

The inappropriate jumpsuit

Jumpsuit. I imagined I could do all kinds of adventures in this. I once wore it (with the essential heels) for a gorgeous pub trip. Then my companion suggested a walk on the coast path. Hmmm. Not the ideal outfit, but I succeeded! The jumpsuit was however much happier when it came with me to a vintage fair in town the following week and we found it a lovely faux fur Italian coat companion.

 

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