This is it. It’s time. It’s time to attack, head-on, the looming problem you face each morning: your closet.
You clear you schedule, set aside a weekend and vow that this time, THIS TIME, you will purge. You will be reasonable, sensible, and not be distracted by emotional attachments to inanimate objects.
You will take a good hard look at yourself and only choose the items you love. The items that represent you as a person. The items that bring JOY. And when you are finished…..ahhhh.
Visions of white, light-drenched spaces filled with a single eames chair and sheepskin rug (casually tossed onto the chair) come to mind. A single flower in a simple, colorful vase, matching hangers (rose gold, perhaps?) from which your artfully curated wardrobe will hang….yes. You can see it. You can feel it. You are almost there….
You turn to your closet, wardrobe perfection shining brilliantly in your mind. You start off strong: Wrinkled blazer that you haven’t worn in 5 years? GONE. Red sweater that washes you out because it’s not the right shade of red? GONE. Ugly skirt that was a gift? GONE. Bootcut jeans? GONE. No, wait. They might come back. Ok, keep those. Onward!! Stained tee? GONE. Plaid shirt you only wore once? GON- oh, it’s missing a button. Hunh. Maybe you didn’t wear it because it was missing a button? I mean, how can you evaluate it honestly if a button is missing? Ok, keep and fix the button, THEN decide.
“Stay strong!!” you vow, and continue….riiiiight up until the tshirts. I mean…they’re perfectly good tshirts. There’s nothing wrong with them, you paid good money for them, you just… don’t…. wear….them.
But it’s OK!! You need to wear something to bed, right? And around the house? Or to work out? OH THANK GOD. THE TSHIRTS CAN STAY. They are now just repurposed into house/bed/workout shirts. How clever you are!!
Then, you turn to your jeans. Most of them are designer. You can’t get rid of DESIGNER clothes, right? Shouldn’t you keep them for posterity? Your daughter/daugher-in-law/grand-daughter? Yes, of course you should. She will thank you later. Oh crap. What’s this? A shirt with the tags on? Ouch. Maybe you could sell it? Speaking of, maybe you could sell the designer bootcut jeans? Shoot – you’ll need to start a “sell it” pile now.
Before long, after constantly second guessing and dithering and worrying (am I making the right choice? am I facing future devastation years from now??) the closet cleanout looks like this:
Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Pretty much all of the closet cleanouts I’ve worked on have followed this pattern. Here’s how to break the cycle, and create a working closet you LOVE. I can’t promise pretty Pinterest anything, but I can help you conquest the wardrobe mess once and for all.