My eyes always light up at showroom windows when I pass them. I thoroughly enjoy online window shopping while Wendy Williams’s “Hot Topics” plays on the background but for the life of me I find myself always stuck in the routine of repeating the most comfortable pieces in my wardrobe. They aren’t necessarily unfashionable, but they are exact pieces that I overly admire. They are functional with a moderate amount of personality. At 30, I find myself unable to be the same person I was at 25 years old.
I crave comfort like never before. I have come to appreciate modest clothing that doesn’t necessarily need my body to help it perform. My husband calls me a serial returner because I am incredibly selective about what I want to keep from an online shopping haul. I knowingly buy clothing made from polyester, scuba material, lycra or viscose. The material itches my skin. I no longer buy poor quality fast fashion jeans despite how trendy the cuts are because the truth is my fashion sense exists in two alter egos: the one that wants to imagine and the one that is real and that has to function. It might be age or the maturity that comes with it, but you always begin to rationalize your choices more consciously.
