I have spent the last few months opening my wardrobe and feeling a real lack of inspiration there. I love clothes. I love being dressed in colours, pretty prints and something nice. I am so girly in that way.
Ah but I can't justify purchasing new clothing all the time, it feels spoilt and one day when I leave this planet is it my clothes that will have impacted this world? Don't think so. I also have three children that are growing and needing clothes as they grow, little more important than my vanity...LOL.
I op shop regularly - always have done and have a particularly lucky streak there and utilise this ability before running to some over sized and ugly department store but I have really needed some clothes, somethings that are not too small or too big or frayed or frumpy (giggle giggle).
The power of my purchasing sends one thousand messages, one lady who loves to buy clothes turning away from mass produced Chinese manufactured clothing over a life time is thousands of dollars these companies don't get. This message says I seek alternative measures to dress myself. I give my money to charitable organisations, I purchase from ethical clothing companies, I want material made from sustainable sources with fair treatment of its employees and a care for the environment. So I refrain from buying more clothes from all of these sorts of places and look for other options.
So this week when I caught up with one of my beautiful friends I was delighted to be greeted me with a boot full of colourful garments that she no longer wanted. So the swap began.
She is like me and loves pretty attire but cares not for spending a small fortune each time she feels like a new dress. Generously she has handed on so many beautiful things that needed love but she did not need them. This week she will come and all the garments that have starred hopelessly in my face will become her new treasures and so the cycle goes.
Between my girl friends we always swap clothes. We have different bodies, different tastes but the same desire. We are all mothers with bigger priorities than our wardrobes but that girl inside us who still likes to dress up and look good does not die.
There are so many forms of recycling and putting something you find old and uninspiring to someone and it then becomes their new little form of material joy.
I am thinking I should host a clothes swap night here soon, lovely gals chatting, sharing clothes and sipping tea. Sounds good to me.
Do you ever buddy up with your sweet sisterhoods and have a clothes swap?
How do you purchase your clothes and what do you think?