I have been accused of having too many clothes! My answer: I have had an innate love for
clothes since childhood (maybe since birth; mom would know!) When I was still a
child, I would put on my new clothes the moment they were out of the packet. Hell would break loose in the house as I would decide what to wear. My
entire wardrobe would be sprawling on the floor in the room till I would choose
the most befitting one. Along with that, would be the worry of having matching
accessories, hairstyle and oh! shoes. My
wardrobe would be my most well-kept thing. My friends would look at it during
get-togethers.
Be assured, the passion still remains except that it has
been replaced by compassion. It hurts me to watch my clothes kept in an untidy
way or thrown somewhere. Unless, I gift some clothes to someone, they’re my
possessions. However, the frenzy of childhood has mellowed down. I have become quicker (perhaps more efficient) in choosing an
attire for an occasion.
I may be considered to be a materialist by some. In my
defense, I can only say that I value how much thought and effort (somebody’s
passion) is involved in making a piece of clothing. Each piece of clothing
represents some ideals, some creativity and gallons of love. Therefore, though
they may fall under the category of inanimate things, I treat them with a lot
of love. Why not? They help me represent my personality! Believe me, I have
tried to shirk off from them but it has never really worked. Besides, there are
other benefits of having too many clothes such as availability of clothes for
all kinds of occasions, fun while taking pictures and a lack of worry thereof.
Thank you to all the people and legacies who have helped me
build my wardrobe!
P.S. A special note of gratitude to Coco Chanel for changing
the face of western fashion world for women.
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