after a fashion

Katie H. once told me I am an old soul. I didn't believe her until I looked
at my wardrobe.

Most of my clothes are older than me. My favorite clothes are older
than my parents.

My friends are quickly learning not to ask where I acquired my outfits
because otherwise they get an anecdote like such:

"This sweater? Oh, my ex-YW's leader's mother, who is in her eighties,
donated it to a nonprofit ward yard sale, and my mom saw it and bought
it for me. It's part Alpaca."

Or this one:

"This dress? Oh, my grandma was remodeling the house of an alcoholic
to resell and she found a bag of clothes in the closet."