Claire is away this week!
Covadonga is wearing a red and green dress with gold patterns [St Michael, from a charity shop].
This dress reminds me of a fancy tomato. It's red, like the flesh, dark green, like the tufty stems they have and it has gold and black patterning flecked across it, like a fancy label. It's fitted at the centre of the bust, at the bottom of a pleated v-neck, the dress than flares out slightly. It's a good, solid, yet vibrant work dress.
I also has sentimental value, it was the first garment I bought from the charity shop I then volunteered at for a year and a half. It amazes me that clothing has such a power of sentimentality; maybe it's because it holds scent (a powerful memory provider) and because clothes are literally the fabric of our lives. We do, just about, everything in them and sometimes it's hard to let go of those garments and everything associated with them, and clear-outs are hard enough. Our bodies are pretty amazing and sites of emotions and memories, it's only natural that anything we swathe them in will be rubbed off on. As much as some say clothing is just a necessity for warmth and coverage, it's a lot more, it's an extension of ourselves and a projection into the world. Something which when embraced and harnessed, is quite powerful!
To the important and favourite items in everyone's lives, stylish ones!
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