Our honeymoon is booked and in giddy preparation I decided to reacquaint myself with my summer clothes. It wasn’t the wisest of moves!
It appears I’ve grown a little since my return from Oz in 2009. Through many a warm British dinner complemented by my mother’s kind attitude of ‘you don’t need to lose weight,’ most of my cherished collection no longer covers all the skin required! I’m not against flashing some cheek, just not all of it!! So I’m hit with my first dilemma – starve or purchase bigger clothes?! Well, in my mind I’ve already decided to give up eating family packs of Maltesers in one sitting, I’m going to take the stairs instead of lifts and treat every lump of cheese like a mini Hitler! Progress is being made, or so I think until I spot my treasured jumpsuit! My favourite piece of vintage clothing EVER has ripped at the side, just off the seam! Is it repairable? I bloody hope so!!
This floral treat was born out of my love for charity shop rummaging. She caught my eye at the bottom of a 50p clothes bin (aka the reject bin that no-one else wants!) I could tell she hadn’t lived yet and as soon as I tried her on we became inseparable through every season! She accompanied me to Australia at the top of my backpack and knowing she’d come along did get rid of a butterfly or two! When I didn’t know anyone or was having a lonely moment, she was always there to remind me of home and make me smile! She’s provided comfort on first dates, livened me up at festivals, and brought happiness on every road trip!
We’ve had the best time together and there might still be some life in the OAG (old-age garment) yet, but vintage clothes like these can’t be replaced – they’re one of a kind magic pieces! Thank you beloved jumpsuit for bringing me so much joy!!
All my love,
Laura xx
RIP OAG x