The master bedroom closet at our new house is quite a bit smaller than the one at our old house. Half of Art’s clothes are laying on my hope chest. He has to dig through the pile just to find something to wear. We decided it was time to make more room in the closet (at least so we can shut the door).
While I was weeding through old clothes, I started reminiscing about some of the special events I had attended while wearing them. I found the oldest thing in my closet, a Japanese kimono.
I was given this kimono back in 1977. My family hosted exchange students from Japan that summer. At the end of the hosting period, all the students put on a show for the host families. Our two students dressed me in one of their kimonos and then gave it to me as a gift when they left.
Here’s the dress I wore to Art’s 20th reunion. We call it the “Maui” dress because that’s where we bought it:
And here I am wearing it – 23 pounds down. I had to cinch it with a belt so it would still fit:
It’s amazing how my clothes can tell my story!!
What about you? Do you hang on to any of your old clothes? What stories do they tell?