In the past ten or so years my wardrobe has drastically turned over. For a while I was collecting so many new things (dug up mostly at thrift stores and flea markets) that I was forced to purge my closets frequently so I wouldn't be drowning in vintage. And now I'm constantly drowning in vintage because I've given up on the regular wardrobe purging, finding it too hard to part with my vintage finds. The mint 1960's jacket in these photos is one of very few pieces I've owned for more than five years. I found this little number in a thrift store about nine years ago and it has somehow avoided being sold off on Etsy or to Buffalo Exchange ever since. If I comb through my closets there are very few things I've owned for more than five, six, seven years, but that will someday change now that it feels as though I have a true collection and not just a bunch of silly threads to wear once and toss out. I do sometimes think about a few dresses I let go back in the day, in particular a gorgeous 1950's orange brocade party dress that will probably haunt me forever. I hope, for the sake of the dress, that some adorable gal is dancing around in it somewhere. It deserved a few more parties.