sweater: Louche, everything else is second hand
I really do wish clothing could change me fantastically into a library princess with all the riches and animals and and plants and good food in the world but then again I am content with the characterization of that princess through clothing. And I really do wish sometimes clothing could change my life but it already has by giving me the possibility of playing dress up and walking around pretending I am a forties teen ghost in the seventies. Eventually the clothing I pick out wishing I could be such and such, in reality never changes me because those characterizations are part of my person; who I want to be is also who I am. Clothing opens so many possibilities for me and it has always cushioned my depressions because of it and it makes me so, so happy. Realising this, realising who I am has lessened my greed to own things just to own them and the past two years I have carefully picked out things I only really truly want and haven’t regretted one purchase since. I’ve given up on feeling guilty for the huge dress up box that is my wardrobe, because how could I ever make myself feel guilty over something I love so much?

(Especially considering my mostly second hand wardrobe is in sync with my ideologies on consumption.)

Having the possibility of dressing up is an awesome soft and reassuring cushion to fall back on during depression, whether it’s a character because I don’t want to be myself or just a simple play of pattern and colour. Lately it’s been mostly the latter and I’m starting to feel bored and anxious in an exciting way because I can’t wait to get to life again! ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆     ♡(●⌒∇⌒●)♡     ☆彡  ★彡  ☆彡  ★彡