I’m at the age where pretty much every fashion styling moment I’ve experienced in my life has come round the mountain (at least) one more time. I don’t altogether mind this except for the fact that having lived in New York City where closet space is as valuable as gold (there’s a reason Carrie Bradshaw, she of Sex in the City, used her oven for clothes storage) there was always a clearing going on to make room for the new. Some of my favorite moments—and pieces of clothing—have come from closet clean outs with friends (I’m looking at you, Elizabeth and Ruth). But, truth be, except for the odd pair of jeans or dress, I probably wouldn’t pull out and on what I used to have in regular rotation since it was mostly specific to my time in publishing and city living. I still love style…