Contest: Win Tickets to Love, Loss, and What I Wore

About a week before I moved out to go to university in another city, my dad came home with a present.

“They were selling these at a kiosk in the mall,” he said, handing me a black t-shirt with an iron on transfer of Jim Morrison’s face, complete with the words “the Doors” stuck on in shiny, gaudy blue letters. “I saw you flipping through Morrison’s biography at the bookstore once, and figured you’d like it. It’s an authentic band t-shirt.”

Despite rarely actually listening to the Doors’ music, and the fact that the ‘authentic’ t-shirt looked like it was manufactured no earlier than 2007, the sentiments behind the shirt made it my go-to staple for whenever I was feeling homesick while at school. Like all my favourite articles of clothing, my reasons for liking it went beyond its simple aesthetics and into the feelings it invoked.

We want to hear the stories behind your favourite articles of clothing. Tell us in the comments how you acquired that tattered old dress, or the wacky shenanigans you got into while wearing your worn-in blue jeans. Participants will have a chance to win tickets to the Toronto showing of Love, Loss and What I Wore.

The play, written by Nora and Delia Ephron, is described as “a collection of vignettes and monologues that uses clothing and accessories and the memories they trigger.” Starring Mary Walsh, Lauren Collins, and Andrea Martin (among others), the show will be playing at Toronto’s Panasonic Theatre from July 16 to September 4.

Because the show opens up this Friday, you have until Wednesday, July 14 to tell us your stories (make us laugh! make us cry!) before we pick a winner. Please include your e-mail address with your comment.

You can also check out Love, Loss and What I Wore on their website, Twitter and Facebook.

And now for the fine print:
Tickets will be held at Will Call for the winners. Prize includes 2 tickets to the show, dates TBD (most likely from July 16-24th 2010). Prize does not include transportation to the Panasonic Theatre in Toronto. Prize has no cash value. The winner must answer a skill testing question correctly. Winners must be over the age of consent as per province or have parental/guardian consent.

4 thoughts on “Contest: Win Tickets to Love, Loss, and What I Wore

  1. Considering I love clothes and fashion and wear different articles depending on my mood, I have a lot of favourites in my wardrobe. But my very favourite article of clothing happens to be a big, black, baggy sweatshirt from McMaster University. The funny thing is, I don’t attend McMaster–I actually attend the University of Western Ontario (and everyone knows Western has this obscene rivalry with every university in the country)– so I normally wouldn’t be caught dead showing my support of McMaster of all schools. The reason I love it so much though, is because it belongs to my best friend Stefano. I acquired the sweater completely by accident. There was a week during October of last year in which I felt just so depressed all the time, and of course, who better to talk to about it than my best friend who was an hour away. But Stefano, unbeknownst to me at the time, planned something to make me feel better. He surprised me on the Friday of that week by catching a bus from Hamilton ON to London ON and showing up at my door. We spent the weekend just hanging out and being together–and it cheered me up more than he could ever know. On the Sunday when he left, he forgot his sweater and I’ve had it ever since. I wear it when I’m feeling down, or lonely or when I just miss home because Stefano is reminder that these feelings don’t last forever.

    <3 Mel (email:

  2. Midway through grad school I was broke and in a rut of wearing the same earth-toned outfits. My friend Bobbi, who had just moved back to the city, threw a clothing swap to perk us up from the winter blahs. A bunch of us lugged over bags of goodies and dumped them in the middle of Bobbi’s living room, and took turns telling the story of the articles that we brought before friends got to try them on. Natasha pulled out a beautiful pair of blue boot cut corderoy pants (did I mention that this was a couple years ago?). She had been given them by a friend who had just turned 30, and–much to her excitement–finally grew a round bum! Now, Natasha, also nearing thirty, had also recently developed a lovely bum. So, there she was with these great pants, and I, still minus bum, instantly fell in love with the pants and the story. The pants were great! They did not sag in the bum like most pants did, they fit flush against my transitioning body. I felt pretty, and like my bum was meant for the pants rather than the usual awkwardness. Now that grad school is over and I’ve grown my own bum, I’m passing them along to someone new.

  3. All my life I’ve been told not to rush growing up. I’m my parent’s first girl and I’ve put them through a lot of “interesting” parental situations from coming out to eating disorder recovery and as apology for making their lives like one bad Degrassi episode after I’ve tried to keep the teenage average drama to a minimal since then. I preface with this not for a sob story effect but because I want to give at least some reason to the fact that my first kiss happened a few months shy of my seventeenth birthday. Which in this “day and age” makes me feel hideously old (I blame my quick to mature younger sister). But this story is not really about the kiss it is about the dress.
    That kiss by the lake was clumsy and awkward and more than a little embarrassing. The dress however is perfection. Value Village purchased for nine dollars it has everything important. A 50s silhouette , pleats, polka dots and that lace trim which my Bubba would sew onto just about whatever creations she made for me as a child. When I tried that dress on I swear I could hear her say “Now that is a dress for my granddaughter, my Caitlin”, though perhaps she would want to take the neckline up a little. It has one of those faux designer tags that has something like “Le Mode” written in curly script. I knew it would be perfect for that date by the lake where I would seal the deal you know make my relationship facebook official.
    The day was hot and sticky but the floaty skirt paired with the breezy cotton made me feel as cool and cheerful as the polka dot print. On a side note the seam right under the bust line made me want to sing corny Shania Twain songs about feeling like a woman. In other words it made my boobs looked fantastic. I walked by the lake and scaled rocks the dress (and it’s impracticality for hiking) was a topic of conversation. When we found a place to sit the dresses various pleats and the way the skirt fell when I sat provided a place for my nervous eyes to wander to when the conversation felt awkward. When I realized the kiss was imminent I counted the pleats over and over again in order to try and get my nervous heart to calm down. I really can’t stress how important that dress was in helping me “play it cool” not only physically but mentally. In the end the kiss was sweet though clumsy awkward and more than a little embarrassing.
    I’m a realist and I know this high school first relationship probably won’t last long but I know the other relationship will. My dress and I are committed to one another. It knows how to make me feel good on a bad day and I know that I always have to hang it up after wearing and that dry cleaning is of the utmost importance. It’s a relationship based on mutual respect and shared memories, a relationship that I know will last long after I have outgrown the dress. Like my mother before I will take the pieces of clothing that matter and keep them for the future. I will keep these physical memories and pass them on to someone and maybe they too will count the pleats to calm their hearts on some sticky July afternoon.

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