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.|
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.