Letting go has never been my strong suit. One might even say I hoard. Books, movie stubs, the glasses I wore in the fifth grade. But by far the possessions I have most difficulty parting with are clothes. As if bound to me by some inexplicable force, likely similar to the one bounding Taylor Swift to prepubescent men, my clothes are in it for the long haul. A quick scan of my plaid shirts or wool sweaters will get you well above two, maybe three dozen (Humblebrag?). It’s an obsession that makes for an expensive overweight charge but one hell of a Seven Days of Wool.
Alas, with the
Vintage leather jacket / Vintage Hawaiian s/l buttondown / H&M tank / Thrifted plaid / Vintage camouflage buttondown / Vintage s/l military buttondown / Fruit of the Loom white t / Topman denim