death of a metropolitan fashionista

The hardest thing about moving here so far has been leaving behind so much of my stuff.  I could only come here with as much as my two hands can hold, which isn't an awful lot.

It was especially hard to shortlist what I could bring considering my mammoth clothing collection.  If fashion is a hobby, it's definitely one of mine. I love finding vintage goodies in thrift stores and thus became my excessive wardrobe.  Along with leaving my clothes behind, I also had to abandon my hobby.  Somehow dressing up in a faux-fur coat and heels seems inappropriate in this neck of the woods.  So in the end, only three outfits managed to make the cut: all denim and cable knit sweaters.