Welcome to 2017, folks! Day 9 into the New Year and I'm now just writing a new post (late to the party, per usual). I spent my first day of the current year cleaning out my closet which is super exciting, I know. However, clearing out the junk I hoarded for years exposed a difficulty I was never conscious of. The struggle does not always lie with choosing clothes to part ways with or organizing the garments that made it through the purge. What is often the most challenging is the initial wave of memories and emotions that hit when stumbling across certain pieces. The 80's bedazzled boots that were a proud thrift find at the tender age of 16; The oversized sweater you threw on the morning had to put you dog down; The scarf you wore that one crazy night (you know the one). Whether you decide to keep these items or send them off to find a new home, facing all of these recollections ranging from bitter to sweet in one sitting can be surprisingly overwhelming. I have to remind myself though, these clothes and accessories aren't bound by the sentimental value I've assigned to them. They can adapt to new environments, morphing into new memories, so cheers to that and to the future stories clothing, new and old, will tell 2k17.
Cache Lace Crop Top- Resale (Ritzy Ragz)
Tapestry Jacket- Thrift
Black Harem Pants- Resale
All Other Jewelry- Flea Market/ Gift