Cardigan and tank, J.Crew. Jeans and pumps, Banana Republic.
In college, this silk tank was a life-saver at impromptu parties with no dress-code or theme (most had themes though, phew). It cleverly disguised both the Freshman 15 and the Junior Minus25 (What can I say? I was an emotional kid). It has been hiding in the back of my closet, on a hanger under more desirable tops for years now, but no more. I am now emotionally ready to don it again. You don't scare me anymore, beautiful green-brown-and-petal-pink print!
Do you ever keep clothes that you can't bear to wear because they are too entrenched in the past? Although I'm by no means a clotheshorse, my closet is a minefield of memories, some that need to be erased and some that just need to take a sabbatical. Sometimes I abandon all hope and enter it, only to find an old friend that looks as good as new! I guess that's what they mean by "Shop your own closet."