I have quite a collection. My desire is to be a fashionista but financial resources and profession tend to get in the way. I have some souvenirs from the sixties, a Burberry too small to wear, my interview suit in law school. My mom used to sew for me. I'd go to Bloomie's and show her my desires. She wanted to be a fashion designer but had to leave school b/c of flag salute. She would look at the construction and then determine she could do just as well. Later, I started becoming aware of better fabric as I sewed all my own clothing. She would not trust me with good fabric. Soon she would make Vogue patterns for me as long as I brought home good fabric. She'd wake me up at 2am to show me fancy stitching and construction. I cannot bear to throw out these garments. My grandmother was a knitter. I have some items I never wore b/c I'd lose them. They are very precious to me.
I was a big Laura Ashley fan. So those clothes are saved. I have a smattering of clothes in different sizes. Future storage may be a problem.
I was so determined to return to my original weight. Slowly, I am facing reality. I grew up with hand me downs. The Beatles are far more than a musical group to me and clothing is far more than clothing. People on welfare at KH had better clothes than me growing up. My career choice was determined by what could bring me the clothing I wanted. I lived in Manhattan so I loved that whole vintage, artsy crowd. Vogue is so mainstream.