It’s funny when you realize how much a piece of clothing can mean to you. I’ve recently been thinking, fondly, of my first favorite dress ever. My mother bought it for me in Stockholm when I was about four years old. It was a cream colored jersey dress with long sleeves and a full skirt, and on its chest two fat red and white baby penguins were ice skating, making pirouettes. It was what I imagined an ice skating champion would wear, and so I called it the Ice Skating Princess Dress (with much reverence). I loved that dress so much, and mourned it when I grew out of it. And lately I’ve thought about how much that dress must have affected me; I still, to this day, love that “skater model” kind of dress more than any other silhouette. Also, I think it’s nice to remember the clothes that I liked before I learned about fashion, and became a consumer. Back then, as a child, I loved clothes based only on how they made me feel, and I would name them according to what they reminded me of. As much as I would like to still feel that way about my clothes, the magic of childhood worn off. And I still mourn my Ice Skating Princess Dress a little bit.
Now tell me; did you have a favorite piece of clothing as a child, and what did it look like, feel like?