So, this is what it looks like when I start to clean out my closet for my seasonal wardrobe shift. Completely and utterly ridiculous. Look, I really wasn’t kidding when I said I too many clothes. My 14 year old son pointed out to me this morning that it isn’t time for spring yet because “We live in Vermont, Mother.” Thanks for that reminder smartass. I’m aware that it’s still freaking winter and it snowed a little last night. But I am tired of the weather, so I’ve decided it’s time to start my spring wardrobe transition. Don’t judge my not so tiny human or I’ll sell you on Etsy.
I am going to start by pulling everything out of this pile that has a Fall/Winter vibe. Then over the next month or so, I will pull in new pieces that my wardrobe is missing. I also realized that I need to make my wardrobe a little more manageable. So I’m going to try AGAIN to turn it into a capsule wardrobe. That being said, it will be modified, and I will probably have more than one wardrobe. Why? Because I work in an office, and certain things can’t be worn there. So I’ll set up at least two: Work and Casual. To be honest, there will also be at least one more, filled with my “I’ll only wear this stuff in the house” clothes that are simply not fit for wearing in public. I call this baby steps. Most people call this madness. To quote The Mad Hatter “We’re all mad here.”
I’m sure when my friend Cressida reads this she is gonna laugh and roll her eyes. She’ll also probably tell me I’m completely ridiculous. We’ve been down this road like 4 times in the last year alone. Every time I do this, I start off well. I have it manageable, and relatively close to what she would call a success. And then BAM… I go shopping and suddenly it’s wildly out of control. This should come as no surprise to my loyal readers. You can reference the photo above for reference to my latest capsule wardrobe failure. But I have hope. I’m going into this season with a better handle on my shopping addiction. So I’m thinking success is in my future here.
Okay, I’m going to attempt to sort through the ridiculous pile of clothes you see above now. Wish me luck. I’m probably going to need it. My anxiety level just jumped 7 notches looking at this pile.
JUST A LITTLE NOTE: In case you were thinking of calling child services, I will not actually sell my child. I’m not a total monster. It’s called sarcasm.