When I was in my 30s, I enjoyed designing and building architecture.
After designing my own house in my 40s, interior spaces became more interesting.
I enjoyed "dressing up" my house by filling the living room with plants from floor to ceiling, turning the house into a "park," and loosely partitioning rooms with organdie curtains.
To be honest, I left myself alone.
Compared to the interior design that made me feel comfortable, my clothes, makeup, and anything else was fine.
However.
When I entered my 50s, the interior design suddenly faded away (or maybe I got bored with it), and my target became myself.
I realized that it is the clothes that determine my ultimate comfort.
From architecture to interior design, from interior design to clothing, my favorite space became more and more minimized.
It was an unexpected turn of events, but I feel most free now.
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