I just found a quarter-sized hole in the elbow of my cardigan. I took it off and realized there are 3 more dime-sized holes. I thought, "I just bought this... 5 years ago." Now I have the unwelcome task of trying to replace a staple in my wardrobe. I hate clothes shopping, but especially when I'm looking for something specific like a v-neck navy cardigan with 3/4 length sleeves. Add to that that I've recently become convicted about not having my clothes made by Indonesian toddlers and I think I'm going to just start going without clothing. I'll be the first nudist to join purely because she loathes shopping so much.
Confessing a day late,