'90s Flower Child
I finally get it man. I mean, like I finally get it. You know, that signature style and look that marks us, shapes us, makes us happy every day . . . Yup. Okay, so I've had it for awhile, but it took me some trials to realize that some areas of life are past the point of experimentation. Like jeans and tees, with pearls and boots . . . blazers and more boots. We know. Right? #always. First up, I'm dead serious on not making shit to just make it anymore. Even more serious on eschewing cheap fabrics, tester fabrics, and trying it to see what the fuss is all about. Yea, no. Why? When I moved two months ago let us just note that there was a small semi truck of makes that were cast aside from either being enormously too big as my body has altered in the past couple of years, I never liked, or--my personal favorite here--were in fabrics that I was clearly drunk, out of my mind, or just deaf, dumb, and blind when I purchas...