We’re cleaning out our closets for a trip around the world.
Some of the best memories were born from my childhood home’s costume box, which held old recital outfits, Halloween pieces, and any miscellaneous apparel that turned up. It was a box that had the ability to set any scene—whether you were playing pop star for the day or the doctor of your home hospital, it held the outfits that inspired our play.
As you grow up the costume box begins to slowly dwindle, but, in contrast, your closet grows exponentially. For those of us who never Marie Kondo-ed, the closet is the holder of old outfits we bought for one specific night out, the hat we purchased abroad that seemed to only work there, and the many pieces of clothing that meant something to us at one point and now we can’t really seem to part with. While it might not have the cutesy title of costume box, ultimately, that’s what 75% of our closet acts as.
We’re in a time where I would do just about anything to be, or even feel like I’m somewhere else, and playing dress-up is not excluded. We’re digging through our closet, raiding our house-mate’s drawers, and returning to our roots as we plan the perfect at-home vacation outfits (and know the best accessory will always be a cocktail).