Clothes, and Bras, 'n' such.

Sooooo... Clothes are strange little autobiographies. They remember where you wore them, who you were trying to impress, what phase you were going through, and occasionally why you should never have been trusted with a credit card. (We've all made our choices.)

Most of what you’ll find here comes directly from my own wardrobe. Some pieces were bought, some were altered, and a few may have been made by me for me, because apparently simply owning clothes wasn’t complicated enough. They’ve been worn, cared for, and lived in, which means they may carry a little history along with them.

Nothing here is mass-produced for the site (unless I get a wild hair and do a teespring thing, but I'll tell you otherwise), and there probably... Won’t be another one waiting in the back. Once something leaves my closet, it begins an entirely different life with somebody else. Maybe that somebody is you.