I'm glad to be joining another weekend contest after a short break.
I will be writing on "Clothing confessions"
The most embarrassing, ridiculous, and piece of clothing I've ever worn was an old oversized skirt and blouse that belonged to my mother.
Unfortunately I do not have any pictures to show but I will describe it. It was grossly oversized, with old fashioned patterns in it. These holes should have been lined by me or better still closed up while readjusting the cloth before I wore it but I did none of this.
Why was I wearing this?
This incident happened about 14 years ago. My mother had just passed away, and we were still hurting. My sister and I didn't want to let go off any of her clothings. I was only 16 then but I had recently started learning how to sew. Even though I was a beginner and had very little experience I was confident in my immature abilities and I was also driven by the push and the desire to wear what belonged to my mother. So I decided to "adjust" the cloth to my size. After some hours of stitching, adjusting and readjusting again, it appeared to me that the skirt and the blouse was perfect. I do not know how this happened because thinking back right now I realize how awkward and absurd I must have looked then.
Anyway, I decided to wear this clothing to church. I almost wished that the ground open and swallow me from the reactions I got. A lot of people kept staring at me as if I had just arrived from space. Some laughed, some had this pitiful and sorry look. My closest friends greeted me normally without uttering a word about what I was wearing but I knew they had hidden thoughts. One of my Sunday school teachers back then however was very lousy. She was bold enough to approach me and ask "why are you wearing my aunty dash me oversized cloth???"
Without waiting for response she continued, "you don't look well in this at all. Never wear something like this to church again."
My day was ruined with that. I felt terrible all day and I missed my mother more. I wasn't free enough to relax around anyone, I felt naked as if I wasn't covered in any clothes. I blamed myself for wearing the lace. To crown it all, another woman who was like an aunty to me started telling me how I needed to calm down and complete sewing training before I take up any clothing to sew. This made me feel not good enough.
It was really an embarrassing event. I will can never forget it.
