No.1882
I have a bit of a problem.
I love clothing. I truly do.
When I buy clothing, I think of it as perfect. Perfectly stitched and woven to might. It's starchy and clean look.
When I wash my clothing, I never do see it the same. The color may slightly change over time. The material frays over time. White cotton begins to show tiny puffs of dust and dirt.
It's sad I cannot keep clothing the same from the day I bought it. No matter how much I iron it, it never looks the same.
How does this make you all feel? To know your favorite pieces will not last forever. Cotton withers, material shathers, stitches become frail.
Such beautiful stitches. Such beautiful material turns to rags through the years. I cannot stand this.
No.1887
Entropy, dude. Everything eventually breaks down, including you, me, 8chan, and of course, clothing.
There's nothing to gain from letting a fundamental physical force make you angry. That's like getting up every morning and getting pissed at gravity for making you exert muscle power to stand up from your bed.
I tend to look at the process of wear and tear as a beautiful thing. If you buy the right clothes, they hold up well enough to get a patina before they tear or otherwise become unusable. The patina, even more so than the original piece, is unique and contains a story: your story. The adventures you've had with the piece.
Don't forget! Wear the piece, don't let the piece wear you.
No.1891
>>1887t-that was beautiful ;_;
No.1896
>Don't forget! Wear the piece, don't let the piece wear you.
Someone make a banner with that please.