Fashion synopsis

Fashion is a thing, you know...

Childhood. Not too much to say here, as fashion decisions were mostly made by others, while I was left with various odd attempts like posing in a mirror when wrapped in a shawl, waist cinched with a scarf, and having on my mom's white lacquered leather wedding shoes, for example. (Those shoes-- I am getting irritated when thinking about-- they would have made a nice closet memorabilia, a true vintage piece, but they were stollen during a move by a "helper," I suspect...)

Adolescence. Time of experiments. Sometimes successful, sometimes not. But one thing was sure: everything about showing legs, mini bottoms, sometimes extreme. "Advertising legs" -- a friend put it. Therefore, I will focus mainly on the lower part of the body, as the top was pretty much basic over the years-- an emphasis on décolleté, cleavage and breast was not exactly my thing. So, experiments... ordering a favorite outfit from a catalogue was unheard of where I was at, so I took up scissors, thread and needle, to modify some of my mom's dresses (whatever she allowed), or dig into my grandma's chest for some interesting articles like a black lace dress that she had worn at my parents' wedding. Cool, bring it! Out of it came some short pants and a matching top for dancing evenings... a notable experiment, I shall say...

20-25. A more ambiguous stage, when I was still searching for more definite lines. On top of it there were different external pressures that messed up my fashion choices. I kept things above knee, something in between formal and casual, to work everywhere because times were hard. Low-rise jeans were in trend and I went with it. It would take me about 20 years to understand, after meticulos study of jeans styles, that low-rise cut was not really for me.

25-30. Lady of the sea. From extreme mini, I went to extreme maxi, with romantic type silky dresses that moved dramatically in the ocean's breeze. After a while, I got weary with dirty hems, and damaged fabrics due to skirts trapped at entrances and exits. It felt like I was carrying a long tail that swept everything around like that of a languorous cat. And also the constant lifting of the skirts in order to not step on my own garment, stumble and fall... wondering sometimes how women survived Victorian era... So, I ditched maxi.

30-40. A longer stage where I went with middle line in pretty much everything. Easy move, comfortable, safe. With babies on my breast, what else could I have wished for...? Always on the go doing things, and I did not want men brushing theyr eyes down my legs, but rather open doors for me. Thank you!

40s. As I am turning the loop here, and figuring out that my biological age could be around 20, something surprising happens: I am going back to mini. Not as extreme though. A good sign that I am entering second youth. I feel the need to be more sporty, and bathe my skin in Southern sun, where heat gets tormenting... and why not grab directly a doze of vitamin D... ? Yooohooo, let's ride... And-- to not forget--  I finally learn that my jeans are actually high-rise straight.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 22, 2024 at 11:52 PM

    Interesant cum hainele ne exprima atât de bine personalitatea și starea de spirit.

    D.M.

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