Clothes can do more than decorate; they can narrate. In this Dear Diary entry, we explore what it means to ‘wear a scene’ — stepping into fragments of story and carrying them into the everyday.
The Places My Clothes Have Been
Dear Diary,
This morning, I didn’t just see Lucy hanging in my closet—I saw the miles she’s traveled. Her red car still hums with the echo of highways and the hush of long stretches where thought runs wild. I can almost smell the mountain air from that day we headed north, the pages of an unread book flapping in the back seat.
Lucy isn’t just a tee; she’s a passenger in every journey. Her road signs point not just to Narnia, Middle Earth, or Westeros, but to all the worlds we’ve carried inside us. She’s been to café corners where strangers became friends, to midnight beaches where the horizon disappeared, and to train stations where we almost missed the last ride home.
Every time I wear her, I bring a little of that road with me—the wind, the songs, the conversations that only happen between destinations. And maybe that’s the magic of clothes like hers: they become a moving scrapbook. One you can slip over your head and wear like a memory you’re not done living in.
Love,
A Modern Storyteller
