Time and Again

You can’t escape your past or your clothes

The other day, while browsing TheRealReal, I hovered for a moment on a top that caught my eye. It was a short-sleeved turtleneck pieced together from navy and white striped jersey and olive green lace. What a cool top, I thought, my finger waggling over Add to Cart. It’s so unusual and yet… oddly familiar. I stared at it for a minute and then another minute, and then, breaking out in a light, cool sweat, realized I had bought, and returned, this very top a year or two earlier. I felt like I was on a dating website and had swiped right on my ex-husband.