A few weeks ago, I came back from the most beautiful vacation in Santa Monica. I can’t explain what the eye-opener was — maybe it was the ocean air, maybe it was seeing myself outside my everyday routine — but when I got home, I went on a full-on purge.
First, I tackled my bathroom cabinet and threw away skincare I had been holding onto for five years. Then I turned to my closet… and got ruthless.
I’m talking sweatpants, bodysuits, random “maybe someday” pieces — all gone. I realized I was in a completely different space in life, but my closet was still giving me flashbacks to an old version of me. And while I’m all for aspirational dressing, there’s a fine line between being inspired and having a wardrobe that doesn’t fit your actual life.
