So I was sitting in this little corner cafe yesterday, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? It was one of those lazy Sunday afternoons where the sunlight just hits different – golden and slow, like honey dripping through the window. I had my laptop open, not really working, just scrolling through old photos and thinking about how my closet has basically become a time capsule of different phases. Which got me thinking about this whole orientdig spreadsheet situation I started last month. Remember when I texted you freaking out because I couldn’t find my favorite vintage Levi’s? Yeah, that was…