Clothes are objects, but they can serve as more than that. They can be symbols, reminding us of cherished memories. Like the friendship of someone who gave an item to us, or a fun event we wore it to.
Women's clothing has special significance to me. There isn't a garment I've touched that didn't touch me back. Having been painfully deprived of female experience most of my life, I savor every moment in the midst of female clothing and grooming. My senses and mind are heightened during those fortunate times.
Last weekend, I was hiking around my neighborhood and discovered a dozen garage/yard sales. Apparently the neighbors coordinated and decided to use that weekend for unloading their stuff.
At first I was excited but my enthusiasm dampened when I saw that most of the offerings were crap. Over 90% of the wares were undesirable. Who wants stained plastic dishes or ancient technology (videocassettes?!).
At one house, there was an attractive 40-something woman in charge with a husband milling around. I spotted a rack of women's clothing in the back so I headed there. On my way, the husband made an insulting crack pointing out the absurdity of me looking at women's clothing. I ignored him. His opinion meant nothing to me, whereas the possibility of adding a nice item to my wardrobe possessed real value. As I suspected from seeing the lady of the house, the rack held delights.
While I was browsing, the hostess came over and touted her clothes. "Most of these came from Lord & Taylor!", she bragged. I picked up a blue print wrap-dress from BCBGMAMAXAZRIA
. It didn't have a price on it so I asked her. She said, "I was going to ask $10 for it but I could sell it for $8...". I told her $10 was fine; it's not my style to haggle; the dress is pretty. She smiled and blurted out "It will look great with black boots!" I said, "I'm sure it will." I bought it and stuffed it into my backpack. When I got home, I checked the company's website and discovered I had a steal -- the dress normally retails for $220. I'll wear it soon on the blog.
I enjoyed conversing with the hostess. If her unpleasant husband hadn't been hovering, I might have gone further with our conversation. I'm sure, from her comments, that she realized I was buying the dress for myself. I eagerly wanted to confirm that simple, important fact but I didn't want to provoke hubby into further confrontation so I kept that out of our conversation.
I always try to find ways to communicate my true gender-identity to people but I disclose it only when I feel the other person is capable of understanding. I never foist my social deviance on anyone without carefully anticipating their reaction.
Have you ever had a garage sale? How would you react if a man asked to buy your clothes?