The
Bizarre
What Fashion Means To Me
By: Brite Moon
Britemoon.rising@ gmail.com
I love to shop. Who doesn’t, but shopping for clothes can be the best high when it’s good and the craziest low when you’re out all day and come home empty handed.
With so many choices in today’s world of fashion, I wish I could afford it all. Unfortunately, reality bites me in my wallet and reminds me that the numbers don’t always add up. A day of shopping usually ends up equaling pennies in the pockets of a fantastic new set of digs!
For me, the shopping experience in itself can be just as memorable as the first time you wear your new outfit. Your best friend acting silly in your dressing room and you surely won’t forget the less than helpful store employee who forced you to try on those lime green Bermuda shorts. Even that fabulous lunch you immediately regretted eating when you picked up those cute, but tiny pin-stripped pants leaves a certain kind of mark on your day. It’s all a new memory, one attached to each pair of shoes, each accessory and that adorable new handbag.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy. I choose my clothing based on what makes me feel good and looks fantastic on that figure staring back at me in the mirror. Most clothes give me that warm and fuzzy feeling on the inside anyway. It’s the occasional random pieces that just happen to fit together that get me excited. The perfect pair of dark denim jeans with that pink ruffle blouse and those brand new flats I bought just because. Cork bottom wedges and my yellow summer dress paired with my mother’s garnet ring. I like knowing that each time I pick up that shirt or put on those jeans the memories made while wearing them will be there, woven into the thread connecting the seams. It’s a very real way for me to re-live those special moments. It’s about what makes me smile. It’s about just being me. It’s about what fashion should really mean.