I have a confession to make. I love clothes. They signal who you are, create an armour, provide an easy form of self-expression and at their best are an art form. My wardrobe is a mix of versatile navy basics, breton tops, patterned skirts and glitter. It’s heaven.
That’s not the confession, that was just a distraction. My confession is that I am writing this wearing a pair jogging pants from M&S (without pockets which is criminal), a grey vest from Hush and a grey hoodie from The White Company which is around ten years old. It has survived the bi-annual seasonal clothes cull twenty times.
It is now ripped at the elbow and requires darning, so it shall be darned. It’s comfy and has thumb notches which add to the joy. They still make a version of my hoodie and I may treat myself but I shall wear mine until it falls to pieces.
Here’s to clothes that are loved to rags.
photo credit: Marivi Pazos