Clothing is meant to be constantly flowing. You’re not meant to purchase a garment and wear it until it falls off your body in rags. No! Clothes are meant to be passed around. I gave away bags of clothes when I moved, and I now realize that much of what I gave away were articles I’d purchased myself, and much of what I’ve kept are clothes that were passed, traded, or otherwise gifted to me. Other people’s clothing is always more interesting — you end up with things you never would have thought of as “your style,” but that you suddenly have strong affections for. Let’s look at yesterday’s attire (much of which I’m still wearing today, thank you very much):

Black shoes: TW somehow ended up with two pairs of identical Danskos. She gave me one. In return, I gave her a pair of sleek grey pants much too small for me, and pleasantly big on her.
Sailor jeans: Kim traded these to me right before I moved. She got a white squaredancing skirt, among other things, in return.
Black t-shirt: This was one of several black t-shirts Megasoul was shedding. She also gave me a pair of now-beloved white linen pants.
Brown duster: Tia sent this to me when she moved from Paris to Marseilles last year. She sent me a bunch of her amazing clothing, which is the advantage of having a godsister who A) is the same size B) lives in France C) is a clothes horse. Some of the clothes still had tags on them!
Orange scarf: Ok, I actually bought that — but it was only €12!
Undergarments: All my own. A woman does have her limits.