Another week, another round of outfits built from the 25 items currently hanging in my closet. I am beating a dead horse here, and so I will simply say this: I have fallen ill to the matters of reducing. I find myself purging everything, from pantries to toy bins and craft closets to medicine cabinets. My local thrift store loves me, or hates me – of yet I have to determine – from the sheer amount of frequent drop-offs they’ve endured.
I will take pause to say a prayer for the man at the donations door, for his kind eyes and judgment-free smile when I – just last week – four ceramic animals, an entryway mirror and a floral chiffon skirt.
I don’t know that I’ll continue documenting these outfits for spring, but I know I’ll continue my ruthlessness going forward. I have learned much about the cycle of just one article of unnecessary clothing – the time spent perusing, then deciding, then ultimately purchasing, then perhaps returning – back to the store once the weight of regret sinks in – or perhaps keeping, on rare occasions, only to find that its place in the rotation is unnecessary – and at best, wasted space.
I have enough. There is enough.
I will also say this: it has been altogether lovely to publicly declare this project, in this space, because there is accountability. I have found myself, numerous times in aisle nine at Target (why is it always Target?) feeling doughy in the middle and wrinkled in the forehead, just passing through the sweaters and thinking, oh, another gray tunic. That sounds good. That sounds like another day I could put off laundry, and another layer to cover my flaws, and another pick-me-up to settle my soul for the day.
And then I think of you, and this project, and I realize I couldn’t wear it even if I did buy it, because I’ve decided. I’ve decided on 25, and one gray tunic makes 26, and then where would we be?
I will always be in need of boundaries, and I will likely forever be setting them – rules and regulations to be bent and twisted, some breaking off with each passing season – another branch I do not wish to carry.
But for now, for right this moment, this is what I want to carry. Less. I want to carry less.
For those of you who minimized your wardrobe this season, I’d love to hear your experience! How did you fare? Love it or hate it? I’m all ears (eyes).