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As a professional with hard-won achievements behind me, I wanted my clothes to reflect a person touched by life, someone who knew a thing or two about what she did and did not want.
My clothes weren't just practical; they held my memories.The history of my life, written in silk and cotton and rayon.I felt more adult than ever—hitting your midthirties is one of those markers you can't ignore—and yet I still wasn't quite giving myself permission to buy what I really needed, was still haphazardly splurging on whatever caught my eye, still holding on to low-rise jeans and glittery dresses and outdated boots I never wore.I wanted a new start, an opportunity to redefine myself. Some clothes I associated with my mother, who had recently died, or with the year I wrote my first book or met my husband.
It could have been horrifying, except that I'd invited them to do it.
Having recently turned 36, I'd decided to act on an increasingly nagging feeling: Few of my clothes really seemed like "me" anymore.