I swear my style is the most bipolar thing ever. I constantly swing back and forth between wanting to be a boho queen, and lusting after a minimalist wardrobe. Currently I am leaning towards minimalism.
This means that this weekend I have major plans to ransack my closet, and get rid of everything that I haven’t touched in a while (while I still have the motivation to do so). This is definitely easier said than done. My mom instilled some pretty mean hoarder tendencies in me when I was younger. She doesn’t hoard things, but I did, and every time I’d try to get rid of something it was met with an “Aww you’re going to throw this _____ out? That’s ok I guess, you’ve just had it since you were a kid” (seriously it took me years to get rid of my old high school school work because of this). I suffer from a terrible case of “but, what if I want that in a year?” because of constant comments like these, and the fact that I attribute a sentimental value to literally everything.
By no means do I intend on whittling things down to a French Capsule Wardrobe, but I would really like to get rid of at least a third of the clothes that I currently have. My husband’s side of the closet has been getting smaller and smaller, and I am starting to feel a little guilty about it.
So this is my game plan;
- Separate things out based on fabric quality, then go through everything that is “lower quality” first. Only keep things that I really love.
- Go through the “quality pile”, just because it’s nicely made, doesn’t mean I need all of it.
- Get rid of duplicates. When I shop, I usually resist the expensive option, and end up with three or four similar pieces because I was trying to find a good dupe (totally counterproductive, I know). I definitely don’t need that many of each basic.
- Get rid of 90% of the shirts that I kept around to wear to work when I was a barista/the shirts I wore under my scrubs when I was in clinics. Basically just get rid of almost all of my “I don’t really care about these” shirts, they take up like a drawer and a half and that is unacceptable…
- Go through the clothes that I bought that weren’t me, but I bought them anyways because “I really want to try and dress like this!”. There are way too many pieces in my closet that were purchased and never worn because I hadn’t quite figured out my personal style yet.
- Go through my dang shoes. WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY SHOES!? Seriously though, I feel like I only wear about six or seven pairs, I don’t need a closet full.
It might be because my side of the room has been a trainwreck for about five months now (seriously, my poor husband). It might be that I caught the spring cleaning bug. Or, it might be that since starting a blog, I have really started digging through what I own, and realizing how much of it just isn’t me anymore. Really it’s probably a combination of all three of those, but there is definitely something to be said for the last one. I’ve never taken the time to critically look at my clothes, and put thought in to whether or not they represent me as a person anymore. Choosing what I want to wear or shoot for the blog has been really eye opening to me, it really speaks volumes about a piece of clothing when you instantly come up with five excuses as to why you don’t want to wear it in a post.
So here’s to shrinking my wardrobe, making putting away my laundry more bearable (yea right, I hate putting away laundry), giving Nick his half of the closet back (maybe), and most importantly only having clothes that I love!
(Wish me luck)