T’was the night before 40…And as much as I tried, I just couldn’t remember the rest of the poem. Truth, my closet is currently undergoing a dose of gentrification. Yeah, it happens to the best of us. I’m in the process of improving it so that it conforms to middle-class taste. I’m getting rid of the deteriorated urban clothing by means of more affluent clothing…I’m making my closet more refined. So here goes…
- Torn jeans, you may go.
- Tight dress that I wore in my twenties, yeah you! Take your too short hemline and leave.
- Sweats with logos that are any larger than my index finger, no thanks. I really don’t need to make that statement.
- And oh yes, my baggy jeans I love you so much especially when I’m chilling in the cut. Yes, they are literally as old as that saying. You need to go too.
- All tops that are too short to tuck in if I wanted to.
- Anything that has a pattern aside from a stripe you too may leave and swiftly, you will not be worn again. Calling all polka dots, hearts and anything that’s been on the fashion wait list meet me outside by the bonfire.
For my small purse, I’m going to hang on to you, because rumour has it that once you give in to the larger purses it’s permission to carry unnecessary things. Same with my middle-class cardigans. You too may stay because you make me look like someone out of a fashion magazine when I pair you correctly. Jewellery that does not look worn or tattered, even though I bought you from that hair store. Really, no one will know but me. You can stay for another day or two.
Tastes change, the things that we like today may not be the things that we like tomorrow. Who knows.
Not to worry this closets gentrification won’t last, let’s be real. This is all might be an excuse for me to shop as soon as lockdowns end. All of my urban wear will be back real soon! Soon to come baggy jeans and running shoes!
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