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 story of a dress

So with a move to Italy imminent, I have decided I need to find new homes for more of my dresses, they can't all come with me. I've been thinking a lot about the relationship we have with clothes. While it can be argued they are just transient, material (excuse the pun) items, I find it hard to see it that way. When I look at a dress, ESPECIALLY the ones I've only worn a handful of times, tied within it are memories, people, experiences. I love to look at a dress, like a photograph and have all those memories return. Each has its own story to tell. I love to imagine the stories held within the fabric of  every second hand and vintage dress I buy. However, this does  make it difficult to part with much of my wardrobe! 
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