No closet space for me [history]
When I was married to a man with a lot of problems – health and more, my life was one of sheer hurry. Much of it was all about him, as you can imagine as he felt he couldn’t do a lot of things that other men did. Easy wasn’t one of his virtues and he demanded when maybe he shouldn’t have.
Our house was a 3 bed standard sort of place the bedrooms had tiny-as build in closets and there wasn’t much room for anything more than a set of drawers each.
Ex had lots of strange ideas; I didn’t apparently need drawers, let alone hanging space in the closet. He was the working man! I was working but I had to wear a uniform and it could easily hang in the laundry.
The Round Hurdy Gurdy
So at one point I had this round shelving unit and I had everything neatly piled on it. This especially after I stopped working – let’s not there, why, okay. But I did work but from home as a hand weaver and dyer and later in a 7day open studio space.
All my friends would take a bet on what I might be wearing on any one day. Nothing matched but I had a reputation for wearing extraordinary stuff, and it would work.
Why I had these clothes was funny, I would buy a bunch of t-shirts that caught my eye, I would have bright red trousers, yellow ones, pink ones, some with flowers, stripes – possibly similar in tops. I would wear extraordinary coloured sox, usually matching with brightly coloured sneakers – and then I might have tied to my long hair a different coloured band!
I always had to be fast in dress shops, ex got impatient easily so I grabbed rather than try on! It wasn’t actually a good way to be.
So how did I never get them [mis]-matched on a morning?
Well it would start after laundry day, & I would fold everything up and pile them on the round shelving unit. BTW the underwear was just as bright!
The morning was panic station, the ex – had special milk on his cereal that had to be mixed from powder in the blender and it had to be a certain heat. The toast had to be done nicely and all that stuff. And then he would leave. We had a herd of cats of course and they would be moaning and meowing at the door and he would be yelling at them and then at me.
It wasn’t a pleasant time, especially if his shirts weren’t ironed properly… or the milk was wrong! Okay he wasn’t a well man but he didn’t help himself [enough said]
A few years later there was a change of job and I had to drive him to work – in the rush hour and then I went to the studio. I repeated the drive in the evening. [He couldn’t drive because of some issues, let’s not go there, okay]
So I had to be dressed, I would grab the first set of duds and on they went! I didn’t have time to worry that they matched, I had to rush!
I actually loved those clothes; ex never ever moaned about what I was wearing, he seemed to live in his own little world.
THEN we split up.
A well-meaning other friend who didn’t agreed with my colour choices knew I should get a job and said I would need proper business clothes! It seemed like a good idea but I found myself mourning those coloured things. I do have some clothing that is “out there” including the now holey things BUT I think I might re-invent myself because they really need replacing!