This season has been a lot.

In every sense of the word. Things have been nonstop from the beginning of March to the very last weekend in May, and I’m only now finally getting the chance to slow down and decompress from all of it. It – the jam packed weekends, the late nights and early mornings, the long drives, the emotional, mental and financial stress of the past few months. Man, I could go on and on, but I won’t, for now all I have to say is this: in the midst of all the chaos, choosing my outfits everyday has been something that I have truly looked forward to. I am not claiming to have the most spectacular or original outfits, but constructing and experimenting with new combos has brought me a small sliver of joy, even when things felt completely without joy. I know that many think that fashion is superficial, and maybe it is in many senses, but I have never felt a deeper connection to what I’m wearing than I have in this season of my life. I have used “fashion” or my clothing to communicate so much without having to say a word – grief, heartbreak, uncertainty, eagerness, joy, and love have all been scrawled like written verse across the composition of pieces I’ve assembled from my closet that morning.