It was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a red carpet of the same material. The wooden cupboards were huge; they reached the ceiling. As I was small, I couldn’t even reach for the handle of the cupboard and open it. I was interested in what was being kept behind those white wooden doors. Was there simply nothing or was a fully different world hiding in the cupboard like in “The Chronicles of Narnia?”
I formulated a plan quickly, and moved a chair to the wardrobe. I climbed the chair and got closer to the handle finally. I finally pulled the door open and the rich odor of my mother’s perfume filled my nose. I loved that smell so much - it was very unique and always reminded me of my beautiful mother. It was a heavy smell of the lilac, or more precisely, the perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.
My eyes lit up with excitement as I saw a lot of different clothes: colorful dresses, jackets, trousers, skirts, scarves, and shirts. Even if they were over-sized for me, I still tried all of the outfits on. When I put each outfit on, I felt like a different person each …show more content…
It was a green strapless dress and I would wear green shoes with white puffs on the toes. Tinkerbell was a fairy, so I never forgot to put the wings on my back. I would pretend that I was a fairy, which was quite a funny sight to see.
I will describe one more favorite outfit of mine, so I won’t bore you to death.
My most favorite outfit is definitely the outfit that my mom wore once. I touched the silky, soft material of an evening dress and pulled it out from the wardrobe. And I found some high heels in the corner, and placed them on. I stumbled a little, but managed to get the hang of it quickly.
I wore the evening dress, high heels - but there was something missing. I completed the outfit by putting on a crown. Now I definitely thought that I resembled my mom. I would run around in that dress happily, I wouldn’t even take it off - even when I damaged the dress a little.
Honestly, the wardrobe is one of my most favourite memories out of my childhood. Whenever guests came over at my house, I would always pull out out a dress from the wardrobe and put it on. Sometimes, I would be a princess. The next time I would be a