Isn’t funny how we often attach memories to clothes or vice verse? I got these tweed shorts in Paris in early March during fashion week, optimistically I wanted to wear them the following day with the matching tweed jacket. Instead I wore them with black tights, a thick knitted turtle neck, coat, boots and gloves, 2 handbags for umbrella and camera stuff, and I felt like a stuffed michelin man. Though it was a great day back then the memories that got stuck was the bitter icy cold wind and rain. Needless to say that when I jumped into them again the other day it was a totally different feeling, so much more enjoyable, feeling free in the summer heat, and now I’ve deleted my old memory and replaced with my new one!
May 29, 2012