I like having little stories or bits of history woven into my clothes because when I put them on again I feel like I am wearing parts of my life/ my mom's life/ a stranger's life. A few of my favourite bits of information that go with articles of clothing:
- A drunk Justin of Craft Spells stroked the sleeve of my giraffe shirt and called it the coolest shirt ever and then I fell in love with his stupid face.
- My sheer black romper will always be Lykke Li show 2011 to me. It was the best.
- My gold dress is sweaty smelly Laneway 2012 and great bands and o m g
- This zara kids dress I have is Jakarta 2009 with my dad, step-mom and half-siblings. I stroked a lion cub, watched a baby orangutan curl its delicate fist around my finger and wanted to cry for the animals because I hated the thought of their being in captivity for the rest of their lives so the park could make money off of them. At least their enclosures were big drive-through areas instead of tiny ones like at the singapore zoo.
- All of the scarves I used to tie around my head went through my hippie days with me, from singing Three Little Birds with Japanese traveling band Bun and Shoji, to smoking under banyan trees at dusk and walking around barefoot, to just feeling at peace with everything
- And my David Bowie t-shirt..... if you see me in that then I am probably not wearing a bra hahaha
I don't have many clothes. I have maybe ten different pieces that I've been wearing since forever. Later today, though, I'll have one more because I can finally collect my pastel green parka from modparade!!! I hope it fits me alright so I can be satisfied with my first online shopping experience. Anyway in about 12 hours I will be working at Wild Oats at Mount Emily. There is an event or something with Wild Rocket but they say the Wild Oats job is quite relaxed. I'm still excited. I love earning money for showing up.
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