Earlier this year – sometime in the spring, I think – I made a conscious choice to spend less money augmenting my wardrobe and more on actions that nourished my body.
It happened by accident, really. On a rainy, cold Sunday afternoon, HM dropped me off to hit a consignment store while he browsed at a nearby guitar store. I was just about to walk into that warm, inviting Turn Style when I realized there was quite literally nothing on my wish list. Undoubtedly, I could spend a few bucks on items that were used and therefore mostly sustainable … but they’d just be excess, clutter, unnecessary additions to an already bountiful wardrobe.