EVEN THE BEST CLOTHES END UP ON THE FLOOR

 By Hebden 

They say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions, a phrase which pretty much sums up my routine with new purchases. 

Because I know that, no matter how much I may love my new possession and will treat it like a demi-God for the first few days or weeks of ownership, the time will come when it will end up in a pile on the floor; either waiting to be taken to the dry cleaners or simply to be put on a hanger.

What causes this fall from grace I haven’t been able to figure out, but it is inevitable.  Almost depressingly so.  And yet, I truly do start off with the “best intentions”. 


In my ideal world, all my clothes are on proper hangers, and perfectly maintained (dry-cleaned, with all buttons attached and hems sewn in place, ready to be worn at a moment’s notice).  In this aspirational wonderland, my handbags are stuffed with tissue paper, wrapped in their dust bags and neatly placed on shelves.  The light bulbs give off the same discreet, yet flattering, glow that you find in the changing rooms of high-end boutiques.

So why is the reality so depressingly different? 

Sheer laziness or the fact that there will always be days when I need to get dressed in a hurry and don’t have the time to nicely re-hang the clothes that didn’t make the cut for that day?  To be honest, it’s probably a little of each.  These are the stones that make up my pathway to perdition.

Photos courtesy of Nicholas Routzen.

Trending


X