I hate to see decent garments go to waste; my clothes have to be able to go the distance, with many of my items having lived harmoniously with me for over a decade. Clothes need to be adaptable, robust and stylish (although, like everyone, I have some dreadful impulse purchases hanging in the closet which I pray I will not let rear their ugly head again, or thankfully often still attached to their label never to be worn – I must confess I am relieved that these hideous monstrosities have never graced the public in my presence, you never know who might get a quick snap of you in an evil eyesore on an off-day when you have foolishly let your whim purchase have its one and only outing).
Due to my hoarding of all things fashion I like to use items in cycles and see how many outfits I can create from one particular piece, do not be alarmed I do not wear this one garment constantly and it does get washed. I do, however, chuck anything non-fashion related with such ease I could possibly enter the world’s strongest woman competition – old baby items my mum lovingly cherished for me but now insists in thrusting upon me as some kind of treasured and heart-felt gift, which if kept would take-up valuable shoe storage space; figurines that only the unstylish 50+ would collect, that clueless people who clearly know very little about my taste, or simply lack panache all together, give me as a present (I do not care that it is Royal Dolton, it is just something else to dust or polish or whatever you do with these hideous space-wasting ornaments).
Recently I’ve been wearing a lot of blouses, so I thought I’d use one cream short-sleeved ruffled number to illustrate my point – recycle, reuse, re-love.
1. Female Harry Potter
2. Golden Delicious
3. Glamorous Granny