Friday, June 24, 2016

Love letter to my legendary Mango jeans

Ages ago I bought a small book focused on the world's greatest love stories throughout the history, called 'Love letters of great men' and I've read it numerous times, falling for it more and more with each new letter in combination with some incredibly powerful lines and emotions.

As I was going through my closet the other day, spending time rearranging things, deciding which items are keepers and which ones should definitely find other homes, I got so emotional around some of them and I simply realised that my version of greatest love stories would absolutely be dedicated to my beloved clothes. Because, let's be real - I truly love them.

I think this one's from 2013, when these jeans still looked mostly like themselves.
And without a doubt, my knight in shining armour would be non other than those beyond legendary Mango jeans most of you already know so well. Nowdays they're sitting in the back of my closet because they're too beaten up to wear and I can't just throw them away like they're worthless.
We've created some crazy history together. In a book of my oh so fashionable life, they would probably be the biggest chapter. We've seen awesome days and pretty shitty ones as well.
Those jeans were my denim soulmate.

So, this one's for you, my old, ripped, washed out and trusty friend.


It makes me truly sad not being able to drag you everywhere with me anymore. Sure, in the end you're just a piece of fabric and this was bound to happen sometime but I really hated the moment when I finally decided to put you away for good. Because, you were and still are the best damn jeans I've ever had.

Remember the day I bought you?
I spent almost my entire teeny tiny paycheck that day on you and those awesome little black Converse and until they fell to pieces I wore you guys together, on a daily basis. Oh what a team did we make.

You saw the best and the worst of me. We filmed loads of films and commercials together, shot thousands of photos, spent nights partying and dancing, travelled around, moved several times, finished one uni and started another one that's soon ending...and you never failed me along the way.

When I was feeling down or not pretty enough, only one glance at you would make me feel better. I wore you to different meetings and exams because you gave me insane amount of confidence; walking around with you by my side made me feel way cooler than I actually was.


Oh and did I even mention how great you looked with every single t-shirt I had?
But I loved seeing you with the ones from The Orphan's Arms the best. Your pockets have seen loads of different things throughout the years - from various models of iPhone (my new one wouldn't even fit in there anymore), keys, cash, cigarettes (thankfully that nasty habit is long gone), little notes on paper and an occasional lipstick (though I never really carry that in my jeans normally).

You know, this week I started filming the Closet Confidential tag for my Youtube (but didn't finish it because of some issues I had with the camera) and the first question ('What's the oldest item in your closet?') instantly made me think of you, even though you most definitely don't qualify for that place. There's loads of different vintage pieces that come from an era where you weren't even in plans and also there are some of my beloved t-shirts I  got from my mum that she wore when she was in high school but since I believe in great personal stories above all, you ended up being my number one choice.

Because we wrote down some amazing things.
Created mindblowing memories.
Loved and lived to the maximum - I mean, all it takes is one good look at you now and it's all clear.
Wrote the first post on this blog together.


Now, if all that doesn't qualify for a huge chapter in a book, I have no idea what does.
And just so you know, since we stopped hanging out on a daily basis I still haven't managed to find another pair of jeans that would rightfully take your place.
And by now I highly doubt I ever will.

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12 comments

  1. It is so sad when you realise you just can't wear an item of clothing you love so much anymore because it's so old and worn! It's funny how attached we can get to things like clothes, but I suppose it's actually the memories you've had in those clothes that make them so special!
    Amy xx
    www.callmeamy.co.uk

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    1. Yes, you're so right! It's all about the emotions and memories we created while wearing those clothes, that's what makes them so unique and priceless in the end, even when they're completely worn out :)

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  2. I absolutely love this post. This letter so perfectly captures the feelings of losing a beloved friend {even if it is an item of clothing}. Cheers to celebrating our favorites!

    xx

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    1. Thank you so much, I'm really glad you liked it! Cheers to our favourites and have a great weekend! :)

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  3. Kada sam danas poslijepodne vidjela naslov posta, odmah sam pomislila-neće ih valjda baciti??!!! Odmah sam išla pogledati i srce je ostalo na mjestu kada sam vidjela da pismo nije u potpunosti bilo u oproštajnom tonu... mislim, znamo da nisu više nosive, ali ih nećeš baciti. :)
    Ja sam baš nel dan kod mame u svojoj kutiji uspomena u celofanu !!! pronašla jedan crveni topić za kojim sam bila luda cijelu srednju i faks. Komadićak krpice na koji sam skroz zaboravila a od kojeg se nisam mogla odvojiti iako se toliko pohabao da danas izgleda lošije od krpa koje koristim za prašinu :) Ipak, baš mi ga je bilo milo "susresti" i u trenu sam, onako Proustovski "otputovala" u neka prošla vremena kada samo moj topić i ja žarili i palili! :D

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    1. Jao nema šanse da ih bacim, bez straha! U više navrata sam se spremala na taj korak, ali sam na kraju ipak odlučila priznati samoj sebi da to nikad neću moći izvesti jer su mi predrage i gotovo - a uvijek će se nekako naći jedan mali dio ormara u kojem nikome neće smetati :) Baš mi je drago čuti i za tvoj crveni topić, to su te stvari s pričom zbog kojih sve ovo dobiva jednu drugu dimenziju :)

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  4. Loved this post :) xx

    http://beautiliciousd.blogspot.com/

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  5. koje predivna priča! To za mene i je neka suština mode, stila i naše povezanosti s odjećom...pronaći taj neki komad koji će nam puno značiti i s njime stvoriti neke divne uspomene.

    Zbog toga nikad neću biti šopingholičarka jer mi je jednostavno potrebna ta neka povezanost s odjećom...to su te 'priče' koje si spominjala više puta na blogu i koje su zapravo najzanimljiviji dio odijevanja i razvijanja osobnog stila.

    Te tvoje traperice su stvarno legendarne...i drago mi je što će ostati sačuvane čak i ako više nisu nosive....Fenomenalan članak, baš mi je bio gušt pročitati ga.

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    1. Puno ti hvala, baš mi je drago da ti se svidjelo! :)
      U potpunosti se slažem s tobom, i meni je potrebna ta povezanost s odjećom, volim nositi komade s pričom i povijesti za razliku od besmislenog svakodnevnog kupovanja različitih stvari koje se na kraju toliko nagomilaju da više ne znaš što imaš i ne znače ti ništa.

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  6. Posle ovog pisma, nekako tužnog, a veselog u isto vreme, prosto mi deluje da će one oživeti i pasti ti u zagrljaj :) Iako je odeća generalno jedna banalna stvar, zapravo je naš verni pratilac u svim mogućim situacijama, a neki komadi bi mogli da pišu memoare kad bi se skupili svi trenuci kroz koje su prošli. Mnogo mi je slatko kako si sve sročila :)

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  7. Slažem se, nekad nam dobar par farmerki može ulepšati život i naći nam se u svim prilikama. Jako je teško kad se poderu naći neke druge, a da budu tako savršene.
    Imam i tu knjigu koju si pomenula na početku teksta, baš si zanimljivu inspiraciju našla.

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