I rarely ever give my clothing away after a trend has passed. My husband laughs every time I say I share a special bond with them while he watches me shuffle through my wardrobe in search of space. The thought of separation gives me anxiety because I have always felt every garment that I own carries specific memories and feelings and the thought of parting with them feels as if I am leaving those memories behind.
I am hardly ever an impulsive shopper, even when the price is tempting. Material and craftsmanship have always been important to me and time and time again I am reminded why this is so. Last week, I pulled out a dress from seven years ago that was made by my seamstress in Guyana. It took me down memory lane.
