Hey there, lovely reader. Picture this: a few years back, I was drowning in a sea of cheap tops and trendy pants that barely lasted a season. My closet was a chaotic mess, and honestly, so was my headspace. I’d buy something on impulse, wear it once, and then feel that nagging guilt about the waste. It wasn’t just cluttering my room; it was weighing on my mind. Then, one rainy Lagos afternoon, I stumbled upon a local artisan market and picked up a hand-dyed scarf from a small vendor. Wrapping it around my neck felt like a hug from…
