It's a Girl Thing...
It was 1998 and I moved out. I was 18. My parents were very supportive and understanding but now I was on my own.
My most beautiful memories of living on my own revolve around being with my girlfriends. They would visit my tiny apartment and we would play music, dance, drink wine, and then go through our ritual, that is, we would go through each other's wardrobes. I love clothing my girlfriends, love seeing their delight at an item I had just purchased. I remember once I was living with a friend and she came home excited because she had a date with a gorgeous Slavic guy and she didn't know what to wear, so I happily fished a long black crochet dress I had just bought and not wore yet. It still had tags on. It fitted her like a glove and she looked gorgeous and I didn't really mind when it came back with a faint wine stain. First, it was black and second, she had had a great time, so it was worth it.
Guys meet and bond over beer and football. We bond over wardrobes. My wardrobe is your wardrobe is a powerful statement. It means; what is mine is yours, I want you to be beautiful, these are my tools to face the world and I'm willing to share them with you, I don't mind if you give what is mine your personal twist, I like your taste and we get excited over the same things and most of all if it fits you better you can keep it! I still visit my friend and go through her wardrobe and she goes through mine. Yes, we bond through our clothes. That's why Safia is close to my heart because it is much more than just a dress. For one woman it is a beloved object of beauty but for two women it is the outward proof that we have now become sisters.
My most beautiful memories of living on my own revolve around being with my girlfriends. They would visit my tiny apartment and we would play music, dance, drink wine, and then go through our ritual, that is, we would go through each other's wardrobes. I love clothing my girlfriends, love seeing their delight at an item I had just purchased. I remember once I was living with a friend and she came home excited because she had a date with a gorgeous Slavic guy and she didn't know what to wear, so I happily fished a long black crochet dress I had just bought and not wore yet. It still had tags on. It fitted her like a glove and she looked gorgeous and I didn't really mind when it came back with a faint wine stain. First, it was black and second, she had had a great time, so it was worth it.
Guys meet and bond over beer and football. We bond over wardrobes. My wardrobe is your wardrobe is a powerful statement. It means; what is mine is yours, I want you to be beautiful, these are my tools to face the world and I'm willing to share them with you, I don't mind if you give what is mine your personal twist, I like your taste and we get excited over the same things and most of all if it fits you better you can keep it! I still visit my friend and go through her wardrobe and she goes through mine. Yes, we bond through our clothes. That's why Safia is close to my heart because it is much more than just a dress. For one woman it is a beloved object of beauty but for two women it is the outward proof that we have now become sisters.