A few days ago I made the monumental decision to finally toss the first Zeppelin shirt I owned. It was time.... but still the decision wasn't easy. It was a hand-me-down from a not-so-good-influence acquaintance, a memory of a previous life. The seams around the neck and arms had long since unraveled and stray threads were left swaying in the wind. My bird had chewed several holes in it's fabric and to be quite honest it was way too big. The frumpy factor was near max capacity.
But in spite of all of the check marks adding up in the con column against it, I loved that shirt. It had been part of my signature style for so long. A hingepin in the wardrobe I used to express myself. Define myself. I expected to feel sad over this purging of past memories, or at least a little nostalgic, but the timing must have been nothing short of perfect because all I felt was free. I could keep my love of Led Zeppelin and apparel proudly sporting it's moniker without the ties to past version of myself who I shared this ongoing obsession with.
What a relief!
Cardigan - H&M
New(er) Led Zeppelin Shirt - Thrifted
Skirt - Modcloth
Tights - Modcloth
Boots - Two Lips c/o DSW
My Pet Octopus Necklace - Modcloth
