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68. Is there an item of clothing that you once owned, but no longer own, and still think about or wish you had back? What was it, what happened to it, and why do you want it back?
I had a skirt that was a bit longer than I usually wear, but it had big, beautiful buttons on only the waist, which actually came all the way up to my solar plexus, staying slim until the hips. it was a sturdy material and one of the fullest skirts I ever owned! I donated it when I was culling out my goth clothes because I wasn't sure I would wear it, but I wanted it back shortly after! That sort of waist is almost impossible to find, and it would have looked amazing with a petticoat!
Yes! I had a beautiful pink long-sleeved top with a lace around the neck area. It was vintage I think. It ended up with a friend I sold it to at a pop-up garage sale we had in Winnipeg's exchange district one summer. I don't really want it back but it would be nice to try it on again and see the effect it has.
I also had a light pink blouse I bought at a vintage store in Auckland for $5, and I am not sure what happened to it. At the time, I thought, I should just wear this blouse everyday for the rest of my life, and I will never have to spend any more money on clothes! Boy did I prove myself wrong on that one. I have since bought many items of clothing, and have since lost that top.
I was in drama club in high school and I remember raiding the costume closet with my friends one day during rehearsal. I had stolen a bright orange jacket covered in orange sequins. When I wore that jacket, I felt amazing. I felt like I was on to something and expressing myself in ways I wasn't able to prior.
I wish I had it back sometimes, but it would have to be tailored. As like everything else in the late 90s, it didn't fit well, but I am still in love with the concept. At some point in college, I was cleaning out my wardrobe and felt it was time to let it go. I always hoped some other person would find it in a second-hand store and get just as excited about it.
A brown crocheted scarf my mother wore when she was pregnant with me - it accidentally got a big moth hole, which made me cry.
There was a green corset shirt that wasn't really a corset, but fit like one. I have no idea what happened to it, but it was amazing. Also there was a well worn, insanely comfortable shirt with stars on it that I loved. Lost to time and Goodwill I suspect. Sigh.
A t-shirt I made with puffy paint - I drew my name on it and a lonely kite flying with no one attached to the end. It was just very me, and that's why I want it back.
I was just thinking about this the other day! A couple years ago, in a rush to move out of my house and make it to the airport in time to fly back to the Midwest, I left a pair of glittery, silver high-top sneakers in the front room. I only remembered in the car on the way to the airport, and I was tempted to break in through the window and get them, but I didn’t want to risk missing my plane and/or facing breaking-and-entering charges. Those shoes were awesome, though. They probably just threw them away. Hopefully someone rescued them from such an awful fate.
I had this yellow cardigan that was like fuzzy granny-square knit lined with polyester. I found it at Goodwill for $3 in high school and people called it my "big bird sweater," and it was ridiculously fun. It started to fall apart on me and I gave it to a friend who knits and thought that it was so delightfully odd. I don't know what she's done with it. I would take it as a pillow now because I don't know if it would fit me as well as a sweater.
Susan gave me a scarf for my birthday a couple of years ago and I lost it in the ship museum in Stockholm a few months ago. I searched everywhere, I asked the people at front desk, but no dice. It is the the scarf in my most recent author photo. I hope that whomever found it likes it.
Not really. I try not to dwell like that.
I miss the clothes I played dress up with as a child. I’ve searched my parents’ shed, but I can’t find them. We used to keep them in an old trunk, and if I found it, I imagine it would emit a holy pink light (if you give your child sequins and feathers, her imagination will tend towards the dramatic). But at age six, in a ruffled skirt and magenta leotard, I imagined the woman I wanted to become. It’s also in this outfit that I ran away from home, leaving the note, “I’ve run away to become a ‘motul.’” Although I only got to the gas station at the end of the street, those clothes were their own escape. I’ve reined in my glamorous fantasies a little, but it’s no wonder I still miss my first tool box.
a Dries Van Noten dress from the 90s, got ruined by the dry cleaner. It was just plain beautiful. I loved it.
yes - i had a pair of black high waisted shorts that zippered on the side. i wore them every summer. they were so flattering. i STILL go through my mind on where i could have possibly left them. it breaks my heart that i lost them.
A leather jacket I purchased while traveling with my dad in Paris in high school. I think I donated it at some point, not realizing the value of an investment piece, and now regret it immensely. I think it would be somewhat sentimental, and somewhat of a wow, I bought this when I was 15 and it still works.
Some clothes just don't suit my body now.
I had this embroidered purple shawl that my mother bought me on a trip to Copper Canyon, Mexico. It was lightweight and fringed, long enough to loop my neck twice. And it was vibrant: refreshing against my black winter wardrobe. An old roommate borrowed it without asking, and later admitted she'd lost it at a bar. I spent an embarrassing number of days feeling sorry for myself. I would have liked to participate in the item’s fate. At the very least, I should have been the person who lost it.