Monday, 22 August 2016

The Closet Clearout

Every August I undertake the monumental task of organising my wardrobe, in preparation for the incoming autumn/winter season. During this annual purge, I have to put all sentimental attachments and aspirations of lifestyle choices that I have burdened on to the clothing in my closet aside, and just get real about who I am!
I read a very clever quote by Caitlin Moran about women's clothing which goes;
When a woman sayes 'I have nothing to wear today', what she really means is 'there's nothing here for who I'm supposed to be today'
The sentiment of this quote ring's true for  me as I sift through the debry of the various persona I have adopted from the past year.
The drawer full of maternity jeans and oversized t-shirts that carried me through the last few months of pregnancy. The battered tracksuit pants that were my uniform during the first few weeks of being a mother to two under two. The optimistic dresses that caressed me as I started to partially regain my figure and re-enter  the realm of socialising with friends and date nights with my husband. The box full of tangled accessories that when worn stated " look, I'm a confident, put together woman, honest!" , trying to detract from the erratic look in my eyes as my toddler and baby unleashed a tsunami of toys, food and bodily fluids across the scenes of my life. The jeans drawer, my personal favourite, which come in a variety of body confident sizes, ranging from the " I'm basically an apple with legs" pair to the " I feel great, I'm gonna slay today!" pair.
As I catalogue and keep, donate or bin each item, I think about what clothing will fit into my future wants, my new season lifestyle. Will I take up a new hobby, social activities as the kids enter early childhood, future life occasions and celebrations with family and friends, new work opportunities?  To some, it may seem shallow, but I feel like my closet documents all aspects of my life, who I was, who I am and who I hope to be.

Katie. ☺

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