When packing up your life, you stumble upon weird boxes of random notes and receipts, photos stuck in books, pitures of exes, and for me an insane amount of knit ponchos.
I admit to wearing some bad outfits, but why I felt no look was complete without half a grandma blanket on I will never understand. I went through this phase when I was 25 and living in LA-LA!!! I will forgive myself now-but I'm only half way through my closet and I just spotted a black floor length leather Matrix jacket-ugh.
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