Meet your Posher, Avery

Hiii and welcome to my closet, otherwise known as the overstuffed storage unit I keep pretending is a walk-in. I’m a full-time teacher, a full-time student, a dog mom, and a part-time babysitter because apparently I enjoy being broke and exhausted at the same time. My days run on coffee, Target runs, and the sound of my name being shouted at me so often it might as well be a chant. Shopping is my vice. My closet and I have a complicated relationship. In my head I live in a Manhattan penthouse with a football field of closet space. In reality, I’m cramming couture-level delusion into a shoebox. Picture trying to shove a grand piano into a studio apartment and you get the idea. So here I am, letting go of the pieces I love but can’t keep suffocating in my laundry pile. Some are trendy, some are classics, some are wildcards you didn’t know you needed until now. All of them are ready for their next chapter with someone who will actually take them out in public. Think of this closet as a boutique written by someone who overshares for sport. Scroll, comment, message, or just lurk like you’re people-watching with an iced latte in hand. Either way, I’m so glad you’re here. Thanks for stopping by. Xoxo, Glam