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The Book, the Witch & the Wardrobe
By Christine Thomas
Published 5/2/08 in Lei Chic
As close as a second skin, clothes are your individual language. But if your wardrobe could talk, oh the secrets it might tell—extra weight on the hips, padding in the bra, that ‘80s sequined prom dress with gaudy flower print, failed attempts to join the in-crowd and fit into those skinny jeans.
Just when you thought you were safe from anyone but you spilling those beans, enter the narrator of Elizabeth Kendall’s daring and imaginative book “Autobiography of a Wardrobe.” Yes, it’s her wardrobe who tells all, revealing young B.’s transformation and maturation, from developing breasts, transcending her mother’s fashion influence, attracting a college beau, debuting her first Marimekko dress, to finally discovering her distinctive style.
A delicate and subtle emotional portrait of B. emerges alongside a fantastic tour of fashion from the 1950s onward, as Kendall cleverly and humorously explores a generation of women and wardrobe trends, and addresses issues every woman confronts, from weight and body type, to societal and gender expectations.
Your wardrobe will fit right in to this charming memoir, evoking memories of what you wore during the defining moments of your life.
Just don’t let it get any book ideas.
After all, your clothes will live on long after you’re gone.
Available at Amazon.com and your favorite local bookseller.
For you, a preview of a new book coming out next week (on sale April 29), a charming memoir, social history, and fashion tour through the generations. Elizabeth Kendall’s Autobiography of a Wardrobe is also smartly written, clever, and explores a subtle emotional trajectory that adds depth to what could be a simply material pursuit.
Take a peek:
“B. sat on the floor in a dark classroom with the other grad students. It was Sensitivity Training. The teacher told them to close their eyes and imagine in their hands, a book. The book was their own autobiography and they should start to read it.
“B. gripped the book tightly, took a breath, opened her eyes, and began to read–about something she had no idea she remembered. It was herself, when small, climbing out of the lower bunk in the early morning, crossing the room to a white dresser, opening a bottom drawer to find a pile of small red corduroy overalls that smelled clean. She took one off the top of the pile.
“There was I, present in her deepest of memories. I am B.’s wardrobe, her ever-evolving second skin. She is My inhabitant, My Body–My B.”
–Elizabeth Kendall, Autobiography of a Wardrobe
Look out for my piece on the book coming out next week in Lei Chic.