I haven't been shopping for clothes since about 2008 which was five years ago. This is due to a financial drought in my bank account that has been rampant even before 2008. Previously mentioned bank traumas have played a part in my lack of fashion sense for these last few years also but mostly I can confidently blame my employers over the years who have failed to pay me enough to live on and look like a decent human being at the same time. So I have sported the clothes-turning-into-artistic-rags look in which I have become excellent at using needle and thread to fix these garments and I suppose is something to be proud of perhaps! A new skill! I wonder if I should add it to my resume? Perhaps I should start applying for new jobs that require me to fix clothing that is turning to dust? These thoughts and others enter my brain on an almost daily basis, usually in the morning after a restless night of job related dreams.
Recently I've been finding these mini dramas in my life to be somewhat amusing especially as they all seem to have specific storylines of their own.....like the bra I had bought in 2007 from Target and had been using as my only bra for the following six years. If you are curious how long a single undergarment can last after that time period then this will interest you: it got to the point where the cotton stretchy cloth fell off the elastic so that one desperate night I pulled out my needle and thread and added scraps of other cloth to the elastic frame so as to bring the stupid thing back to life! It survived but in a strange new way as the fabric scraps I'd stitched into it were not in any way stretchy so though they worked to salvage the bra; they made me feel like I was wearing a straightjacket! So one day a few weeks ago after I woke up one morning and was hating all my clothes, I made a spontaneous expedition to the shops and used a gift card shaped like a snowman that was given to me by a student one Christmas, and bought a bra! Now I have two bras! One is stitched together sad rags on an elastic frame and the other is a bra that is new and still uncomfortable but at least its not falling apart.
Another mini fashion drama currently in full swing is that the rest of my wardrobe is falling to rags quite literally. I have either washed them to pieces or they are just falling to pieces. Most of my clothes in my wardrobe are things I wore at the turn of the century which was thirteen years ago! I was recently invited to house sit for someone who has also got a pool in their backyard and as the days are hot and with my lack of job, I thought how wonderful it would be to be able to go swimming. Only downside is that I can't even remember the last time I owned a swimsuit....I literally can't remember owning one in this century! I know I went swimming when I was younger but that was in the 1990's.
Clothes shopping is a luxury I have fantasies about but as the money I do earn has to go to food and putting gas in my car and bills, I never consider buying clothes for myself.
by Franceska McCullough