"The business of life, is the acquisition of memories."- Mr Carson, Downton Abbey.
What we wear is so very much more than the things we throw on our backs; its our dreams and hopes, our future, and our past. Our history is within the folds and threads, the colors and textures, the quite literal fabric of our being, joined to what we wear each day, though we seldom think of it with any depth.
Conversely, the more we wear a garment, the more we value it. The more history and seeming life it gains, makes us give it a great number of meanings; most often positive. I say most often, since for the majority of us in the western world, wearing a garment a great deal means we like it, we choose it above other things we have because it makes us feel special, and more appealing.
A pair of knock around boots we have worn on myriad wonderful hikes, is not only invested with our scent, but layered with the "can't be gotten out" dust and detritus of all those trips. Seeing those boots, we remember, with fondness, maybe even wonder, seeing the Grand Canyon at dawn, or looking back up towards the rim of Haleakala Crater from within its huge expanse.