When I was a child, I had very terrible clothes.
Ugly and unfashionable. I could not feel comfortable in it and all the other children laughed at me ... But I was forced to wear these clothes. Sometimes with penalties...
Often I read fairytales of girls in ragged clothes, which marry a prince. And then they had chests full of beautiful clothes ... that was often the end of the story.
No, I not dreamed of a prince, I just wanted chests full of beautiful clothes!
That was my child dream.
Later as an adult I have my clothing knitted, sewn and dyed in beautiful colors. I had no other choice than to do it by myself, because in the former GDR we had not to buy any nice clothes. Many things we had not...
Today I do not longer sew by myself, but I fulfilled my childhood dream: I have baskets full of beautiful clothes!
I collect vintage clothing in beautiful colors, many longskirts and robes. I wear only what I like and what is comfortable for me...
I enjoy the variety of materials and colors of all the clothes, that we have today.
And it's all to get cheap at flea markets or in the Charity Depot...
And my personal prince I've also get ;-)