Twisting and Twirling
I love clothes, I always have because they have been this huge way for me to express myself when words seem to fail me. The memory that clothes hold can be so beautiful and powerful, they can remind us of better times and people, they bring about feelings and memories that lay within every swish of a skirt and click of a heel. Clothes can be magic, when I was at my sickest, I found a pair of army pants at a thrift shop, I loved them and wore them to every single doctors appointment, I gained strength from the memory and the purpose that was embedded in the very fabric of that fabric. It was my armour; it was my confidence, and it was a sign of the battles that I faced in those offices. My 50s style apple dress with the poodle skirt and paired with kitten heels is the outfit that I wore on my first date with my husband, the dress makes me feel playful and flirty, so utterly feminine in the way that I hold myself when it graces my curves. There were the 90s style clunky heels and clear purse that I pulled out when I took my exam in university because they made me feel edgy and off but in a good way. The overalls that I love to wear to the farmers market that remind me of my teen years that I spent working on the farm. Clothes hold so much memory within them and it is incredible when we take up outfits and pieces of clothing from decades past because it is a signifier not just of where we have been but of where we are and what we as a society hold to be important. The clothes that I wear and the outfits that I choose every day are so important they tell the world my mood, they tell the story that is my life. We live in a time where we can wear whatever we want, we are in a time where outfits and clothing have no rules and where we have access to clothes and styles from centuries past because of places like thrift store and the internet.
