Other People's Clothes

The title is ripe for analogy-making, isn't it? Maybe I should be writing a post that is deeply reflective about empathy and one's ability to step outside one's own experience.  And yet, truly, I'm just being honest about the fact that I forgot the dress I planned to wear for this shoot and borrowed one from my gracious co-model. And I'm so lucky I did, because nothing makes me happier than wearing other people's clothes.

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I've mentioned in previous posts that I shop secondhand quite often for ethical reasons.  I am deeply committed to the sustainability movement and fast fashion is a terribly dangerous element as far as the environment is concerned.  In today's post, I am featuring a preloved Chanel bag and secondhand Jimmy Choo sandals.

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One of the best things about luxury goods is that they are often classic pieces.  However, they are also often unrealistically expensive.  For me, there isn't any stigma in buying secondhand, and it makes financial sense, too. Quality holds up over time. And I do love feeling connected to my clothes' previous owners.  Best of all, since I'm shy, I can have wonderful conversations with all of the women who owned them before me in the privacy of my own imagination.  Gosh, I'm hopeless!

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I'd love to dig a little deeper on the analogy part of the other people's clothes topic, but I'm not quite ready.  I do think there's something to be said there, and with any luck, I'll have my thoughts on that ready before too long.

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Happy Wednesday, everyone! Thanks for reading!