As far as my personal style journey goes, it feels like I’ve recently entered what I’d consider a “playful” era. In my twenties, I dialled back the total number of items in my closet to around 65-70. I spent time considering which core pieces most felt reflective of me. While simultaneously shedding my closet of any items that had serious spark or personality. It was classic. Reflecting back, it felt a little reminiscent of the types of items my mum was fond of. Funny that. My wish lists were purposeful. Each and every item I added to my closet was…