I'm 27-years-old, I live wholly off my own means and I spend 40 hours of my week sitting at a desk, nose to the grind, earning my keep.
By all standards, I've figured a lot of things out in terms of independence, much like most of my peers.
However, in 1999, with money coming from my modest "Caitlin's Sophomore Year of High School New Clothes Fund", I made a purchase at "The Limited": A 3-quarter-length, stretchy, boat-neck, white with faint gray striping tee... I wore it my very first day of 10th grade... with Braces blazing.
...And a couple weeks ago, I paired it with a skirt and wore it in the office. It's still in amazing shape (no stains, no non-desired stretching) and based on what I remember in terms of my per-item budget at that time, it couldn't have been more than 30 dollars.
So as I routinely spend my time every season throwing away jeans, shirts and bags that I bought on a whim and hated just as quickly, I wonder what special gifts my 15-year-old Brace-Face self possessed that knew just how to pick 'em and make them last for over 11 years.
My longest relationship ever.