Looking my age.
Recently I was walking with a friend and a woman stopped us to ask where I had gotten the skirt I was wearing. I was almost embarrassed as I replied “twelve years ago at a goodwill in Atlanta, Georgia.” The woman seemed disappointed, and my friend seemed a little surprised. When I really thought about it the same was true for most of the stuff in my closet. Most of my things were purchased eons ago, when I was in college. I don’t shop for myself anymore, mostly because I don’t have extra money for clothes. When I do have a little extra cash, I spend those pennies on my spawn instead (as it should be). I went home, complained about it a little to my partner, looked in my closet, realized I didn’t wear most of the stuff in there anyway, and purged. It felt really good. I swear the universe has ears, because the day after I purged, I was given some super awesome clothes, from not one, or two, but three different friends. This includes the skirt I am wearing in this photo, a new vintage fave that reminds me so much of Alexander Girard’s art. Long live friends!