The first time I held a garment older than myself, I felt the weight of time in the seams. It...
Slow Fashion
The first time I held a garment spun from organic cotton, I felt the weight of its absence—no harsh chemicals...
The first time I slipped into a garment that didn’t whisper *man* or *woman* but simply *person*, I felt the...
The first time I stood before an almost-empty closet, I felt a pang—not of panic, but of something quieter, something...
The first time I held a hand-stitched garment, I felt the weight of time in its seams. Not the heavy,...
The first time I stood before a closet so full it groaned under the weight of its own abundance, I...
