Lately, I have been obsessed (even more than usual) with the idea of traditional preppy attire. I consider preppiness more than just a fashion statement; for me, it is a lifestyle, an idea that I am wearing the same style of clothing that my mother wore when she was my age. It spans generations, and although it evolves, it continues to find its way into my wardrobe as comfortable staples nestled throughout my closet and woven through the pictures of my childhood. In essence, it is my clothing security blanket. And besides the fact that I am a major pack rat who still has projects from elementary school in boxes in my linen closet, I know that I can’t be the only one who cringes at the thought of throwing away or donating the well worn oxfords and polos that I have had for years. Maybe that is the real reason for all this preppiness that surrounds us, the idea that this lifestyle is more than just a fad; that it is just a continuation of something greater, something that can’t be thrown away.