@Cafe Juanita, Pasig. I'm loving that period, of ball gowns and over the top lace, corsets and fancy umbrellas.
One of my favorite times of the year is cleaning out my closet -- not that I have many stuff, I have a moderate-size cabinet and I can fit all of my clothes there (although close to bursting) -- it's just that when everything is just plain magulo, you kind of have this illusion (delusion?) that you have lots of everything.
I love this times when I'm seeping through heaps of clothes, trying them on if it still fits and whether if it does fit or not, it does not make it easier what to give away. The next phase ultimately is convincing myself that it has to be let go. I'm liking it especially now since I'm participating with friends in the upcoming Garage Sale. I don't know but I feel so gung-ho rummaging through my clothes knowing that someone is going to use it and hopefully love it (because it's a barter more than a donation -- they will pay for it even for just a small change in their pockets). But it's so hard to give away something you still do like and you have memories attached to it. All this sentimental shit -- it's fearfully becoming like a cultish ceremony -- so I guess I will end up cleaning stuff less than my target and more than the expected time it takes to clean it. I'm no surprise, I'm the same as most half a billion suckers in this world, I'm fond of anything anik anik that you drape in your body - clothes, shoes, boho jewelries, wigs (yes I have two, not used for anything), and bags (I used to have a birdcage for a bag - gone is the kapalmuks to pull this off) and to most of my friends I share this passion with -- may karamay.
Mixed feelings actually. While I'm hyped up going through my stuff, I'm still attached to them -- because I know that I can still use it no matter how old they get, as I don't really subscribe to uso (I remember one time, Pogs, always my fashion adviser but whose consumer advise I rarely follow because he has lavish, lemme say this, uneconomical taste, told me, "um, disco colors, ano to 80s?") not to be elitest or something - I mean how dare I, it's simply because I love mixing things even if it's out of season - whatever timeline it subscribes to.
Eventually, I know I want to be not attached to things. For now, let me sigh and again be sentimental and shit, as I neatly fold my fave shirt I used when traveling in Sagada, setting it aside hoping that whoever will own it next, will have fun adventures with it.
FreeCycle is interesting, by the way.
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