I spent a ton of time over the past year-and-a-half getting really familiar with my clothes.
Most of my clothes, I watched from afar. They were languishing, hanging limp in my closet or pushed to the back of my dresser. Some nights, when boredom overcame me, I'd try on the cute tops, the glam dresses for parties that would never be. I'd step into them, just to feel something. But the novelty faded fast, leaving me with pandemic outfits that I was so bored with.