Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Junk, fashion and the spirit of the children.I worry about my family's profession. There is such a bad habit around this house about not wanting to throw stuff away that i filled up 8 bags of clutter today just by clearing out a single cupboard in my room. I have decided henceforth that my house in future will have minimum storage space to force some spring cleaning done continually. Im talking about books i read at 5 and worksheets i did during primary school here. Its serious.Doing my duties now have allowed me in recent to just think. In fact, i had too much time to think about things the last time that i actually started designing dresses on my notebook. What a weird scenario for my friends and myself haha. But i saw the london fashion week featured in the newspaper and i was just totally immersed into it. Its fascinating to be able to design clothes just for pure experimental pleasure at times isnt it. The life of designers are so ever flexible, so worth the envy of. One of the things i happened to think about was childhood innocence. I cannot vividly remember when was the time i still had it in me, before maturity and the idea of thinking -too -much -for -my -own -good took a stronghold. It is evident still within some of my friends whom i message, and sometimes i admit, i am jealous of them. Seems that long gone were the days when i had it in me to provide that extra bravery in jumping off full flight of stairs at the age of nine. I think that having it sometimes just allows oneself to act accordingly to any of their wishes and you know, just feel un-inhibited happiness. Not that i feel sad, but wouldnt it be nice if everything positive didnt always have to come through calculated risk and thoughts at times?
Written fashion may not be history @8:17 PM
