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 end of the world new year approaching, I’m trying to conquer the age ol’ conundrum of the new years resolution; mine being ‘relinquish control’. Enter the bobblehead version of myself above. I thought, instead of posting a superbly taken photo of myself in just one outfit, I’ll post four and have them rotate around my static head. What I’m trying to say is, I’m using this post as a tester for my new years resie – I’m giving you (yes, you) the choice of what I wear. If you see something you like, stop, admire, weep if you should feel so inclined. If not, continue on. The choice is yours. Not mine, yours.
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
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