Striped cardigan (TJ Maxx), I Got Massacred t-shirt (Tommy Gunns Theater), Aeo gold watch, Haitian bracelet, tan bracelet (Goodwill), Charlotte Russe ring, Deb's red pants, Charlotte Russe combat boots
My English teacher travels a lot, and she said the one thing she does is buy a piece of jewelry to be her one souvenir on the trip. I always associate my clothing with where I bought it or the memories connected with it. For instance, this entire outfit has memories.
The t-shirt I bought in Chicago while I was with my show choir. We went to a dinner theater called Tommy Gunns, and I bought the t-shirt from one of the performers who was handing them out like candy. For the jewelry, the watch I bought with my Italian girls that I hosted this past year, the Haitian bracelet I bought from a street vendor in Haiti in front of the Baptist Haiti Mission that my aunt and uncle are the field directors at, and the tan bracelet I bought at Goodwill while I was with my daddy and sister goofing off and having a marvelous time. My pants are actually from my "emo" days when it was the fad to have bright colored pants and a band t-shirt with converses. I wore them my first day of high school and it was so hot that the pants had turned a dark red from my sweating.
So as you can see, clothes even have their own story. Every piece is a memory, maybe good or bad, but it's almost like a patch in a quilt that you stitched to become a memory quilt.
"What a strange power there is in clothing." -Isaac Bashevis Singer
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