For The Love of Fashion
How I lost & found all my clothes...
The universe has been testing me!
You see I’ve been working on unblocking a subconscious belief which tells me that “things dont work out for me” (if you’re interested in this, click here). It’s one of the biggest things that holds me back in life, this thought loop that I can’t really get what I want.
So what better moment to put me to the test, than on a work trip!
I recently went to Sardegna for the D&G Alta Moda show, and after 15+ hours of travel (dont even start), I arrived at the (wrong) hotel, at 23:30pm only to discover I had in fact lost my passport. JOY! It was found, and I was eventually reunited with it on my way back via Rome. Crisis averted, so I thought. After another delightful 15+ hours on my return back to Madeira, I arrived to Funchal airport at 01:00am only to find out that my luggage hadn’t landed with me. In fact it never boarded the second connecting flight. Actually they had no idea where it was.
Imagine me, high from finding my passport, exhausted from travel, glad to be home and also desperately sad that my suitcase was lost. The thing that dawned on me as I made my way into the taxi, was the fact that a large portion of my “good” wardrobe was in that suitcase.
My brand new Simone Rocha crocs, most of my good jewelry, one Bottega sandal (the other I retained as I had to stuff it in my hand luggage coz I over packed), and my Molly Goddard skirt. I know it’s just stuff. Things can always be replaced, things can always be bought again, there is always more stuff. And whilst I tried to remain in the energy of being unattached, I also really needed to feel all my feelings.
Two days in and they had no idea where my suitcase was. I was cursing myself for not buying the AirTag and the travel insurance. I checked the website a few more times, but there was no update. The sun was setting so I ran to the bottom of the road and sat by the view spot to have a 1 on 1 with the spirits “up there”. I told them everything I just said to you: “I know stuff is just stuff. But…” I realized why I was so sad.
Each item in that suitcase represented a moment where I had chosen my joy and invested in my love for beautiful things, instead of giving into the guilt that constantly tells me “It’s too expensive”, “Do you really need that?”, “Shouldn’t you spend it on something better?”. The voice of scarcity that I grew up with, which won for so long, was defeated each time I invested in my joy. The first piece of real jewelry I had ever bought myself after making the most amount of money I had ever made, was in that suitcase. A Dolce dress that was gifted to me after I poured blood, sweat and tears into a 200 model show, was in that suitcase. The list of accomplishments that travelled in that suitcase goes on and on…
I had a good old whinge that evening, and suddenly felt proud of all the moments I had chosen myself which materialized themselves as clothes, or shoes or something else.
As I walked back into the house, I thought I would check the airline website one more time for the day, just in case there was an update. They had found my suitcase!
Just like my passport, which found its way to me quite easily in the end, my suitcase was due to land at the same time and at the same airport as I was picking up my brother from. I guess the universe was showing me that things do in fact work out for me…
I literally held my breath in complete silence reading this, oh the happy ending has made my day ❤️ I’d have been in mourning for THE dress and THE crocs 🩷