I have a sweatshirt from U Conn that I got at a garage sale for $1 in 1990. It is ratty and ugly beyond belief but it is a woobie for me. I have experienced so many little but important moments in that rag that it is a reminder of love lost and progress made.
Workwear has always been huge for me. Oversized pockets, clean lines, tonal fastenings, utilitarian construction, all of it. It’s neat and tidy, but approachable
One minute I can be the Gucci floral girl, and the next I’m minimal Rick Owens dark lord princess.
I got rid of 3/4 of my closet 3 years ago, and realized I had lost who I was entirely in an effort to be everything to everyone. Every single morning, I had to wake up and decide which version of Janelle I was supposed to be that day - and it was exhausting. That’s also when I made the decision to only buy ethical and/or second-hand from there on out.