How Clearing Out My Closet Gave Me More Clothes
A couple of weeks ago I had the closet clear-out to end all closet clear-outs.
I mean that literally, by the way: as in, there will be no more need for closet clear-outs in this house any more, because I cleared those closets out GOOD. Maybe a little bit TOO good, if I’m honest, because I got rid of SO MUCH STUFF that I’m pretty sure I’m going to regret it sooner or later, but, well, you know those days when you look into your closet, and you’re just all, “OMG, I HATE everything I own!” I’ve been having those days aaaaall summer long: and last month I decided I was going to do something about it.
This year has been a year of massive change for me. I know you wouldn’t think it to look at me here, in yet another full, polka-dot skirt and the same damn sunglasses I wear in every single blog posts, but it’s true. I’m not the same person I was this time last year, and I don’t really want to wear the same clothes, either. Or not ALL of them, anyway. I have, of course, kept a large amount of clothing, and I’ll continue to wear it all, too. On the outside, I haven’t changed all that much, really, but I still felt motivated to go through those closets and thoroughly declutter them all: and I feel all the better for it. Sometimes you just need to let stuff go… you know?
I did keep this skirt, however – er, quite a lot of skirts, actually – and I wore it a couple of weeks ago, on a day when I walked into my closet, and, for the first time in months, actually found myself feeling excited to wear the clothes I found in it. I think I’ve finally reached that stage I’ve been working towards all year, where everything I own is something I really love – and will actually wear – as opposed to something I bought because I thought I loved it, only to discover that, every time I tried to wear it, there was always something else I’d rather wear instead. Despite all of my regular clear-outs, I was still clinging onto quite a lot of clothes that fell into that category: and the strange thing was, that as soon as I got rid of them all, I felt like I had MORE outfit options rather than less of them. Who knew?! (Everyone who’s ever read a fashion magazine/blog, probably: look, just humour me here, OK?)
I wish I could say that this revelation is going to stop me shopping from now on: I haven’t changed quite THAT much, though…