Ironically enough thrift shopping has taught me to appreciate finer things. Who would've thought a gal could learn to elevate her taste level in a place that smells like a mix between a dusty attic and a daycare? Year after year the closet purges pile onto one another and year after year the weakest link in my closet gets stronger and stronger. I'm talking literally strong…like the fabric unravels with less ease. Like my silk shirt from Thift Town is basically Sylvester Stallone in Rocky compared to that pilly-ass H&M cardigan I just tossed. So there.
Just a little post to get me started again. Been gone a while. Life as usual.
In other relevant fashion news: my husband is getting reeeeeeeally into jumpsuits. At first I was scared, but now it's making me feel happy things.