I believe we all have a piece of clothing in our wardrobe that we hold dear to us. One that conjures up fabulous memories and moments of years gone by. I reckon we all have one of those pieces that never lets us down on the outfit front. It never fails to leave you feeling good and is always ready to fly the flag for your individual style. But are any pieces of clothing worthy of a love letter from you?
Now let me introduce you to Fashion Revolution, the global movement calling for greater transparency, sustainability and ethics in the fashion industry. I started following their work after watching the ‘The True Cost’ documentary on Netflix. Have you seen it? if not then grab your Tea or G&T and watch this incredible piece of film. I wrote a blog post about it a couple of years ago here.
NOW STAY WITH ME and don’t roll your eyes! as I’m not sitting here writing with my protest banner and flask of tea! I bloody adore how Fashion Revolution are not about making fashionistas feel guilty about past purchases or wardrobe…. phew!! Instead “We celebrate fashion as a positive influence while scrutinizing industry practices and raising awareness of the fashion industry most pressing issues. We aim to show that change is possible and encourage those who are on a journey to create a more ethical and sustainable future for fashion”
Yesterday, I noticed on the Fashion Revolution Facebook page that the organisation were putting the call out to people to take on the Fashion Revolution Love Story Challenge because #LovedClothesLast. It got me thinking about what piece of clothing I would write a love letter to. What piece of clothing have I owned for years and yet still love to bits. To me there is no greater sustainable piece of fashion than a mighty va-voom vintage one. A vintage piece that is spared from landfill and goes on to embrace new adventures, is a winner in my style book. So without further ado, here’s my love letter to a vintage pink dress of mine.
Dear Vintage Pink Beauty,
I fondly remember the day I found you. It was 12 years ago and I had a couple of days to myself in London before my imminent emigration to Canada. I took myself off on the bus from my Crouch End flat to Bond Street to soak up some final mighty shopping moments and bask in all of London’s beauty.
I hit my beloved old haunts, checking off Liberty, Selfridges, Fenwick’s with some serious shopping vigour. But then I found myself randomly wandering around an Urban Outfitters store. I do love a little bit of quirk but it was like my spidey shopping senses were tingling as I stumbled across the stores vintage and urban renewal section. There you were. I don’t even know what made me glance at you let alone tempt me to reach and pick you off the rack? But your fabulous hue of pink, called out my name and cried “pink to make the boys wink”. The distinct echoes of the ’70’s with that magnificent collar of yours meant you were like nothing else in my wardrobe – but strangely I did not even blink an eye or hesitate, I knew you were mine. I bought you immediately.
You know its a relationship destined for the stars when you fall head-over-heels for a piece of clothing and then immediately wear it the following day. The day after finding you was a bloody good one. I was meeting my best mate, Jane, for one last day of London shopping together. This was truly a special occasion as I had no idea when I would be back home to the UK. We had a golden plan to eat, drink and shop our way around our beloved London town. Our destinations for the day resembled a glorious ‘Girl about London’ monopoly board featuring as many retail spots and London pubs as we could manage!
So I slipped you on and teamed you up with cuffed straight leg jeans, off-white converse trainers and Chanel Sunglasses. I felt absolutely bloody fantastic – but more importantly, I felt like me! I’m not ashamed to say I loved every glance and peek that I caught from others that day. You not only looked so unique but you made me feel exquisite. Nothing you wear can ever look better, than when it makes you feel good.
Oh, pink vintage beauty, I have worn you every year since you joined my wardrobe. You have many gold stars and commendations to your name for excellence and long-standing service to my closet. You were my comfort blanket during those early homesick days in Canada. You lifted me up during coffee shop gatherings as I settled in to my new city, meeting new people. You enabled me to feel like ‘me’ in a sea of North American style. You are so much more than just a second hand vintage ’70’s dress.
Can you remember that glorious summer of maternity leave after Louis was born? We pushed my beautiful baby boy up and down the street, walking to the park, to the shops, to the pool. Can you remember that time one of my mat leave mates told me how fab you looked and how you were the perfect dress for me?! So many lovely compliments have followed me wearing you. Can you remember the excitement and ecstatic moment when I discovered that I could fit back into you after Alfie arrived 2 years later. Those little boys are both so bloody big now and cheeky enough to say “you’re wearing that dress again, Mum?!” The years have flown by and so much has happened, yet I still feel like that same 27 year old doll wandering around Urban Outfitters in London and discovering you for the first time.
Do you know why I absolutely bloody love you? The memories and paths we have travelled down together are epic. From new countries, children and changing styles, you have always been with me. Now I have reached a pivotal cross road in my wardrobe as I have embarked on writing a fashion and style blog that has led me to path of discovery regarding in terms of sustainable fashion and the effects fast fashion is having on our lives and our world. I don’t know who you belonged to before me but I am so grateful to have you hanging up and ready to help me express myself to the world. Something as precious as you are, should not just be saved for certain occasions. Every day is special – life is too bloody short. A pink dress is not just for summer and my wardrobe pieces are not just clothing. They hold memories, they have longevity and should not just be responsible for global pollution, debt or poor working conditions for those making clothes.
Dear pink vintage beauty, a huge, big, whopping thank you for always making me feel like that cool doll in the pink vintage number – the one who tried her best and tried to make a difference. You mean so much more to me than just a vintage pink dress.
Big love pink lady
So what piece of clothing in your wardrobe is worthy of a love letter from you? This is such a good reminder to us to only buy YOU, wear YOU and be YOU. You can’t go far wrong if you buy things you adore as you’re more likely to keep them in your wardrobe and they won’t migrate to the charity bag or eBay pile a few weeks later. Hey, no judgement from me either, been there and done that! I’m getting better at buying only things that make me squeal with excitement. Be proud of who you are and your own personal style. It’s ok not to copy or compare with other fashionistas on instagram or the magazines. As long as you are yourself, you can’t f*&^ it up!
Thanks for reading!