I am a very emotionally and intuitively driven woman. I am almost unable to think of my wardrobe in a practical way. My feelings must always get involved. And my feelings? They are dreamers.
It is thought in hinduism that if we interpret oneself as a charioteer, the emotions would be the reins, the communicative device between the driver and his bodily powers (the horses). I am locked to objects. They enter my orbit even without my effort. They inspire me, they drive me, as though the physical world were a lover that I pursue. The emotions want everything, but the mind has to separate, bearing the responsibility of determining that which is worthy. How to interpret the feelings I project onto an object? Determining something's necessity is useless; philosophically, no object is necessary-particularly when we speak of fashion.
I do my best to seek clothing that feels like a home, a place to channel my natural creativity. The tricky part is suppressing an overbearing impulsive tendency. This is where the mind comes in, questioning my feelings. And how it hurts!
