I have a bad habit of keeping everything. A few years ago, my mother picked up a couple of dollar shirts for Lance at a garage sale. One didn’t fit quite right, so I threw it in the pile of items to sell. Some time later (before I’d sold anything from the sell pile) I needed a few buttons fast, so I … Keep reading…

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Nine or ten autumns ago, I was a Doc Martin-clad teenager in an awkward situation. At the time, my ideal outfit consisted of thigh-high stockings and boots, topped with a torn tee and a miniskirt. Oh, the miniskirts. I loved miniskirts. Since I couldn’t quite find my ideal skirt, I used some fabric remnants to craft my own. It was short and heavily … Keep reading…

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Ever play the closet matching game? It’s a morning favorite of mine. Hold up two or three unrelated items and see if they could go together in an outfit; it’s kind of like the closet computer from Clueless, except not nearly as strict. Play with the textures, the patterns, the colors, and the cuts to see what new outfits are hiding in your … Keep reading…

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