Some people count sheep to fall asleep at night. I dream about clothes.
I get all comfy and tucked in and cozy, and then I close my eyes and I ask myself, “What am I going to wear tomorrow?” And I let my mind drift through my closet. Sometimes there’s a fashion challenge I’m working on (this month I’ve joined the August Style Challenge by @wearwhatwhere); sometimes there’s a neglected garment that I’m trying to figure out how to style; and every now and then, I get a package in the mail from one of the lovely ladies on this blog, and I have something new to play with.
Dreaming about clothes is seriously my happy place. I can let go of all the stressful things about the day (which are usually numerous, I’m kind of high-strung) and just go to a world of pretty colors and inspiration. It gives me a way to look forward to the coming day, instead of dreading any of the stressful things that await me.
And then the next day, I get to bring my vision to life. I can’t draw, or paint, or sculpt the visions I can see in my mind, but I can execute an outfit that looks just the way I imagined it. And even when I can’t, sometimes the surprises are half the fun.
Thanks, Hannah, for giving me something dreamy to think about! I’m sad to see this pretty tunic go, but I’m excited to see how it gets styled next time around.