Wardrobe

Clothes are a determining aspect of the Human phenomenon. I do wear them, too!
Let me ramble about this:

All the while I am not known for being sharp-dressed, I remember a time when I felt excitement around fashion. That must have been around puberty, where curiosity towards the expanding world, the feeling of the own potential and wild hormones take over much of life’s trends.

Still, I had my good old clothes that I knew the feel of.
As a child, so go the stories, I wasn’t gonna have any new beanie or didn’t get the point of trying on shoes that I didn’t even like from the outside.

It took many years, before I switched from wearing my current pair of glasses or everyday shoes to rags before buying new ones, towards having a 2-shoe-system and two pairs of glasses at my disposal.
I can even tell of the newly found advantage of being able to make a non-essential choice about those outer aspects, which supplies a small amount of feeling empowered every day.

Were I not aware of the existence of fashionability or taste, I probably would go for cargo leg wear and all sorts of hoodies with pockets. Aren’t pockets so practical for transporting allll the useful tools and trinkets you might need out and about? And don’t get me started on jackets, aka ‘the man’s purse’! 😀
The more palpable functions a piece of clothing possesses, the better I feel owning it.

Modularity is a wonderful thing as well! The easier to combine anything in the closet, the less thought must go into the whole process.
Then again, some people might be not familiar with the possibility to pair some shorts with a hoodie or even skiing socks, the coolest kind of sock, so versatile!
Colours are somewhat more of a novelty, a personal touch of choice, as my favourite Red doesn’t pair with many colours. Another detail is anything written or depicted on my clothes. There is a brand clearly stating my own name, a no-brainer when it comes to choosing new clothes, but I really like to make up my own designs to get printed on clothes, so that they may always have meaning on top of function.

Choosing what to wear is hard enough, but with an unruly waist, sometimes clothes get tighter than we want.
But next to the fact that I notoriously often choose poorly in regard to weather and temperature (hoodies are just too comfy), I also don’t recognize the faint possibility to exchange tighter shirts for wider ones, because my wardrobe seems to be pre-calculated for the most part and not subject to spontaneity.
This leads to dismay more often than I care to admit.

And why don’t I ditch that 10-year-old jacket that I refuse to see as worn-out yet?
Because it has the most wonderful Velcro patch, which I use for stimming when shopping, for example.

Sensory-wise, clothes are ever-present; so they’d better make us feel nice, shouldn’t they?