There are some items in my wardrobe that I will never ever throw out. No matter how badly they may fit, how tatty they may look, or how unfashionable they may be.
My ‘Australia’ jeans. They are a 28 waist, bootleg, hipster jean. I can say with quite some confidence that I will NEVER wear them again. Even if I could squeeze even one of my thighs into them, the fact that my post c-section belly would hang over the top of the low-rise waistline makes them a style no-go. These jeans have not been worn for over 14-years, yet they are still stored in with my current collection. We have a tight bond those jeans and I. They represent the last time I felt thin and I am not ready to let that go.
My ‘First Date’ dress. It is a green maxi dress from Top Shop that I wore on my very first date with the Greek God(zilla). I have worn it a couple of times since then, but tend not to anymore as it feels too special to wear on just any old day now. That, and it also feels a bit more snug than it used to.
Every handbag I have ever owned. They have their own wardrobe and are organised by style. Clutches sit together next to crossover bags, while totes have a whole shelf to themselves. The Greek God(zilla) pulled the strap off the first Mulberry bag I ever received, rendering it completely useless. But, I keep it as a reminder of the life I used to live and you never know, I may even get around to repairing the strap one of these days.
A Cynthia Rowley tunic dress that I bought in the sale with the intention of slimming into it. FOUR YEARS AGO. I still have 10lbs to go. I will always have at least 10lbs to go.
On my wedding day, I wore a beautiful lace wrap dress by Australian designer, Lover. There will never be an occasion to wear it again. I have thought about selling it and buying new furniture for the house with the proceeds; or dying it a darker colour so perhaps I could wear it again to a fancy dinner or party (because invites to those come flooding through the door, NOT), but deep down I know the dress is destined to remain in a garment bag in the loft forevermore.
I have a pair of maternity leggings that are made from the softest, most comfortable material to have ever graced my legs. I come home to those leggings. After a long day, I will look forward to kicking off my shoes, taking off my jeans and slipping them on. I sleep in them. I curl up on the sofa and watch Eastenders in them. Did I mention that I LOVE them?
I love them all.