Why is found clothing so delicious? I mean those pieces that appear to you in odd places that become part of your life.
I spilled gas on a pair of rubber flips (with spangles on the cross straps) yesterday; today I threw them away, with grief. They smelled. They really had to go. I found these free jewel-like sandals underneath a bed in our room at DisneyWorld resort four years ago. Would I have EVER bought these flip flops? No. Never. Did I wear these every summer into early fall for the past four years? Hells yes, I did.
Another "found" item: When I was a camp counselor back in my college days, I went to a yard sale in the small town where the Girl Scout camp was located. I had no money and no intention to buy anything. And then, there it was: a men's small tuxedo jacket. It was too long in the arms, but they rolled up nicely (it was the 80s and that worked smashingly well) and it was burning-down-the-house big in the shoulders (again, 80s). It was a quarter. Yes, 25 pennies. I had a quarter. I wore that jacket almost every night I went downtown to whoop it up. I believe the first time I kissed my future husband, I was wearing that jacket. If it's not clear to you, I loved that jacket. After the lining totally fell apart, and I moved beyond college into working, I let it go. I still think of that jacket and once even went to a second hand store and bought a similar jacket. It hangs unworn.
What is it about clothing found? Do you have any stories? Do you have any theories about this phenomenon? Do share.
I spilled gas on a pair of rubber flips (with spangles on the cross straps) yesterday; today I threw them away, with grief. They smelled. They really had to go. I found these free jewel-like sandals underneath a bed in our room at DisneyWorld resort four years ago. Would I have EVER bought these flip flops? No. Never. Did I wear these every summer into early fall for the past four years? Hells yes, I did.
Another "found" item: When I was a camp counselor back in my college days, I went to a yard sale in the small town where the Girl Scout camp was located. I had no money and no intention to buy anything. And then, there it was: a men's small tuxedo jacket. It was too long in the arms, but they rolled up nicely (it was the 80s and that worked smashingly well) and it was burning-down-the-house big in the shoulders (again, 80s). It was a quarter. Yes, 25 pennies. I had a quarter. I wore that jacket almost every night I went downtown to whoop it up. I believe the first time I kissed my future husband, I was wearing that jacket. If it's not clear to you, I loved that jacket. After the lining totally fell apart, and I moved beyond college into working, I let it go. I still think of that jacket and once even went to a second hand store and bought a similar jacket. It hangs unworn.
What is it about clothing found? Do you have any stories? Do you have any theories about this phenomenon? Do share.
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