I have a really lovely purple and white wrap sweater sitting in my closet. As you know, it’s one of twenty pieces in said closet, and yet I have not worn it once since January. Not once.

Why? I have no idea. It’s very pretty. I couldn’t wait for it to be delivered when I ordered it from Anthro. It survived countless purges on the way to a twenty pieces closet, and there it remains today. Hanging there.

And I still don’t want to get rid of it. I guess I just really like the way it looks on a hanger.