In my late teens and early twenties, I was hooked on fast fashion. Give me a cute top that didn’t break the bank and I was all yours (figuratively speaking, of course!). They were bargain buys which were giving me a quick fix, but even the most basic of t-shirts wouldn’t last more than a few cycles in the washing machine before getting a small hole, or completely losing its shape. It wasn’t until I discovered Dead Fleurette that I started to think a little more about not only what I was consuming, but how I was consuming. I started…