Clothing – a Window Into The Personality of a Person

Dressing – a window into the identity of a person

Dressmaking has always been a zeal of mine. I have always been charm by fit and dressing; how dressing can now a window into the identity of a person and how an outfit can totally alter how one feels. I find it so hard to pack for trips for the reason that i never know how i am going to feel when i awake!

I blame my zeal for all fact dress tell on my mom, for they say; ‘like mom, like daughter’. 

I have many recall of being haul around the dressing shops by my mum and whilst my kin and i would run inward the rails of dressing pursuing one other and robing all the pliant size tags from the tops of the hangers, my mum would be trying on garment after garment. She would drive us all into town by lunchtime and we would not leave until the last shop in the city centre of nottingham was formally closed. 

You would think that so much shopping at such a young, tender age would be sure to put me off dress for life but in fact i went the other bearing, i was charm! i loved the way my mum decorate and i could see how the way that she decorate renowed her at that item time, her mood and mindset. 

Dress are an word to me, they transfer ones merit, individuality (or conformity) and most pompously in my mind at least, they transfer how i feel and how i want to be see by others on the event, be it bright and windy, specialist and grim, calm and easy to effortless, mutinous etc. . . This kinship amid dressing and our pity has been researched by many theorists over the years and it is mostly agreed that there is a cause and do, that surely, dressing can alter an sentiment and state of mind and surely vice-versa:

’sentimental wellbeing occurs when people dress to either change bing mood or dress because of their bing mood’

(colls, 2004, ‘looking okay, groping okay’)

Before i was able to have a paid job and hence money of my own to spend on dress i actually need, my mum was my ’stylist’. Whilst i am forever thankfully to my mom for dressing me in many other fact, i could not esteem her ruling regarding my wardrobe and its satisfy. There were many war i would have with my mum over the fear outfit that i would be forced to sport for the next venture out of doors.