It’s strange how some garments become part of your story without trying.
There’s a grey jumper in my closet — unremarkable at first glance. It doesn’t carry a brand name anyone would remember. But it’s been with me through five apartments, countless Sunday mornings, a breakup, a job offer, and a dozen aimless walks in the city.
I never planned for it to be meaningful. I just kept reaching for it.
We talk a lot about statement pieces in fashion — bold, new, immediate. But sometimes, the clothes that matter most are the ones that don’t ask to be noticed. They just wait. Quietly.
In a world that constantly changes, I’ve found comfort in the pieces that stay the same.
No fanfare. Just fabric. And memory.