Sheer layers, iridescent bits, and hems that were never meant to touch pavement.

Celestial prints, worn velvet, and a healthy fear of overhead lighting.

Prairie dresses and jam-making energy, sourced from somebody’s grandmother.

Ribbon, lace trim, and a bow on everything that stands still.

Low rise, high shine. The mall era, back from the landfill.

Fringe, suede, and a skirt that has seen three festivals minimum.

Cardigans, house dresses, and quiet confidence inherited from a couple named Gene and Dot.

Mud-friendly layers, mushroom motifs, and treasures with the dirt still on.

Trail gear worn nowhere near a trail. Fleece is a neutral.

Flannel, ripped denim, and boots with a decade already on them.

Bell bottoms, crochet, and colors that survived the disco.

Layers on layers on linen. Silhouette optional.

Cashmere, camel, and pieces that were bought once and kept forever.

Boots with stories and denim that has done actual work.

Tweed skirts and doc boots. The syllabus is secondhand.