i'm not supposed to be here right now
and don't call me a fashion person
I’m supposed to be on my August pause from writing right now, but the recent conversations about fashion Substack have my brain firing and I’ve had this draft half written for at least 6 months, so here you go.
Years ago, before the pandemic, I was shopping in one of my favorite designer consignment shops. I’d become friends with the owner of the shop since meeting her at a local fashion event. We were both there to network (can I tell you how much I hated “networking” and that I’ll never do it again?) as I had just launched mindful closet and she’d just bought the store. That day, I tried on a beautiful dress by the designer Ruben Ruel. It was bright, bold, and dramatic with a full skirt and structured collar. At that time, I lived in the midwest (still do), had a very spirited 5 year old and a 1 year old baby, and was just trying to keep my mental health stable. Occasions to dress up were almost non-existent in my life.
