I stood in front of my closet one Sunday morning, coffee in hand, staring at a wall of clothes I couldn’t remember buying half of. So I did something a little strange: I turned every single hanger backwards, all at once, and told myself I wouldn’t touch a thing for three weeks except to flip a hanger back around once I actually wore something, curious about what those twenty-one quiet days might end up revealing… Continue Reading ⬇️

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