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As someone with a wardrobe built on neutral basics, I spend a ridiculous amount of time trying to find the “perfect” thing; the perfect leather jacket, the perfect t-shirt, the perfect sweater, the perfect pair of jeans. Of course, this is a worthless endeavor because nothing is perfect, but I didn’t choose this life. It chose me. And since it chose me, I might as well write about it.
So here it goes, the first post in a short series where I talk at length about my favorite things and how I found them. The self-indulgence runneth over.
If you want to bypass all of this, you can see the full list here. Whatever glazes your doughnut, man.
House sold. Now comes buying another mortgage and moving. This shit so stressful, bruh.
And, as is customary for periods of high stress, I am spending too much time looking at minimalists like Paris to Go and trying to both upgrade and further streamline my own closet (read: sell things to finance new, better versions of things I currently have).
It’s just like housing!
Other interesting reads I’ve come across are a post on Garance Doré about Rados Protic (she’s proof that this whole denim, tomboy, leather jacket theme can be carried well over into advanced age) and this piece on vulnerability that has me missing my mom and best friends like crazy. And one more from Paris to Go. She’s hardcore and I love it.
My dear friend D gave me some advice before I moved. “Don’t buy anything. You won’t know what you need until you get there and you might end up wasting money.” Sound advice. Of course I didn’t listen.
Because my bar for normal weather starts at 70 degrees, I immediately went to my dealer and got the warmest thing I could find. I’m glad I did since the weather went from crisp and sunny to grey and drizzly overnight.
I don’t generally review clothes but if any of you were considering this sweater, I’d cosign the purchase. The wool is very, very soft and comfortable to wear. The sweater hangs off the body in a flattering way – not too boxy (*cough* Madewell *cough*) and not too tight – and it looks equally nice topping loose fit bottoms as it does close fit. It’s not apparent in the photo (and not as visible on the darker colors), but there’s a nice geometric detail in the knit.
As for function, this thing is seriously warm. I’ve never experienced my hands and arms being two completely different temperatures before. Shit just doesn’t seem natural. Depending on how things go in the next couple of weeks, I might buy the grey version. The other sweaters I have are built more for warmer weather and I’m still working on how to layer properly since it’s now required. Judge me not.
So do any of you have anything from the Chunky Knit collection? I was considering the sleeveless turtleneck at one point, but my present self is thanking my past self for not giving into temptation.
Right now, I’m in the middle of selling my house in and looking for a place to live. Naturally, instead of focusing on that, I am thinking about how woefully under-prepared I am for the Pacific Northwest climate. The weather has been beautiful as of late, but I’m told this is a damn dirty trick that February is playing. Terrible.
Since seasons are a THING here, and I’m not sure what a proper transition from winter to spring looks/feels like, I’m scoping out a few things to look at and feel up on.
The perfect leather jacket. It’s perpetually on the list of things to get, but I think I’ve finally found the jacket to replace all leather jackets. No, I mean it. I had six at one point and I’m 97% sure this trumps all of them. Besides, it’s cold here and I’m not wearing Patagonia. This one is a close second because it gives me Rick Owens vibes.
Super black skinny jeans. No rips, no holes, no frills. Just a great fit that hits at a nice point on the ankle. Distressing makes for cold knees here and I’m not a fan of cold knees.
Boxy white t-shirt. Another mainstay in the closet, this one is in a different (and therefore, worthy of separate purchase) silhouette and makes for a nice update of my now threadbare scoopneck versions. Or I could buy a pack of Fruit of the Loom shirts and call it a day. We’ll see.