Last night at dinner, my godmother asked me if all those “favorite” pieces I talk about on here are actually my favorites. At first I had no idea what she was referring to; favorite items? what favorite items? have I been repetitive recently? am I losing my mind? and all those other inevitable moments of self-doubt that comes from publishing so much of your life online.
But then as I took a moment to take a bite of my roast chicken and mashed potatoes, I realized that I do change clothing favorites and frequently no less! I equate this to my obsession with stuffed animals (and shoes) as a little girl.
One was never enough. Every night I would go to bed and line three stuffed animals — or “stuffies” as I call
ed them — up next to me, placing them into a rotation so that each one had a night next to me before going back into the big pile. OCD? Perhaps. But I couldn’t love just one! I needed to love them all. And while some would be in more frequent rotation than others, my “favorites” changed from day-to-day and month-to-month, but I never got rid of them.
This is the same with my clothes, aside from the whole bed rotation thing because that would be weird. Even as I bring in new “favorite” pieces, I hold on to everything, because knowing me, the items that wind up in the back of my closet will sooner or later become a favorite all over again.
Right now my favorite item in my closet is this Alexander Wang bag, but who knows what tomorrow’s favorite will be because I’m just a fickle fashion kinda gal.