Back when I was into Hermés, my SA at Hermés asked me what my closet situation looked like. I was a bit taken back. Bit of a personal question, no? LOL
Anyhoo, he told me about a client of his that had windows in her vast walk in closet that had faded her Hermés collection, plus the shoes and clothing as well. She had a Himalayan Birkin ruined by fading. Horrors! LOL I didn't have a window in my closet at the time, so never thought about it.
But it's a thing. And it's a thing that is very hard to fix even for esteemed houses like Hermés that repair their products. Clothing should be protected correctly, accessories as well. Stuffed appropriately and in their sleepers. It is the the bare minimum to show you aren't a heathen. It is not some weird flex of wealth to let items get sunburnt or damaged. It's wasteful to let items, especially those that are lovingly handmade, become misshapen or faded out of neglect. But then again, we're talking about Lydia who is only about appearances. What's the point in owning anything unless it's to flex in a light filled putrid green attic dressing room or on a salt sprayed boat ride? Ali is just as bad, keeping his "fragrance" (VOM!!) wardrobe over a heating element.
Neither of them are careful with their things. I've never known truly wealthy people to disrespect their things the way Ali and Lydia do. Never known an Aston Martin or Lambo owner not have a garage, FFS! The truly wealthy don't sweat the small stuff, but they aren't dicks about things the way these two shitpuffins are.
My parents taught me to care for my belongings. Be they tools, dishes, or clothing. I brush my shoes and put them away. I hang my clothing up, I try to keep them safe from moths and puppies. I absolutely ensure sunlight doesn't touch them, even in long car rides. It's how things last and can be with me for a long time. I don't wash my dog with my jewelry on. I protect the wood furniture. I try really hard to make things last as long as possible and set the example for the ever vigilant teenagers in the house. It's the little things wherein we honour the things that serve us. Then again, I'm a numpty that thanks her car every time I make it home safely, so what do I know? LOL
