Do you rememer the last time you bought a piece of clothing? What was it? Why did you buy it? Where did it come from?
I realised the other day that I can answer exactly none of these questions.
The weird thing is, I haven’t been making a concerted effort to avoid clothes shopping; it just sort of happened. One minute I was entranced by the idea of hunting out retro-looking garments in unsuspecting stores and the next minute… well, I wasn’t. In fact, these days, my idea of clothes shopping looks a little like this: