You are what you wear
I don’t know what’s more relaxing. Going away on a holiday and having a really good rest for like, twenty minutes. Only to go home, unpack and get stressed all over again because of all the chores you piled up while you were away.
Or. Stay home and actually deal with all your life’s clutter and get your head cleared.
Sifting through clothes
I don’t know about other women but I can safely say that for most, conducting a clothes inventory is like visiting the dentist. You keep thinking about it but you don’t do it until you’re feeling some pain or your cabinet is bursting at the seams.
Order stymies creativity. Or so I say to myself. But chaos doesn’t equate to productivity. I’m not so sure Mozart composed his best music with paper all over the place or spilt coffee on his piano. That’s what I’m thinking. So I’ve decided that it’s time to get my closet in order. Ridiculous as it sounds, I feel like I will always be out of focus until I get my closet in order. It’s been hanging over my head for months.
I initially thought I would have four piles of clothing. Maybe five or six as you always miscount things in life. But as I kept folding and piling and sifting and folding, my list grew. In no particular order:
• dance clothes
• swim clothes
• house clothes
• winter sweaters and baggy pants
• summer tops
• summer shorts
• clothes too small but would be good if I lose weight so I should keep ‘em
• sleep clothes
• winter work tops
• work trousers
• work outfits that needs ironing
• winter jumpers (for really cold nights)
• my mom’s clothes (she sleeps over)
• clubbing tops
• clothes that I may not use anymore but would be a waste to throw away
• clothes my mom and grandma gave me that I’ll never use
• and so on
How have I accumulated all of them? I lived for a year out of a suitcase and I can do it again. I have this theory. From being wanderers, gatherers and travelers, when women settled in one place, the gathering continued. While not for food, shelter or other basic necessities, we accumulated clothes for other reasons. But all of them to suit the different purposes we fulfil in our lives. The career woman. The mother. The sister. The wife. The lover. The woman.
Or maybe it’s just clothes. Sometimes I think too much. I make comparisons where there shouldn’t be any. But if I look at my piles again, they do reflect who I am. The inordinate amount of work clothing versus clothes for going out. The marked absence of slutty outfits. (not even my clubbing outfits) :P That I have a lot of swimwear and dancing stuff. The amount of reds, blacks, grays, browns and the handful of yellows. And like most people, I have some clothes in there that I would never wear or I don’t anymore but I just can’t throw them away. Yes, the extra baggage we carry around.
Today I’ve gotten rid of some of that baggage. And I have piled all of my garments based on where they should be in my closet, in my life.
I mean, really, they’re just clothes right? Perhaps.
Or. Stay home and actually deal with all your life’s clutter and get your head cleared.
Sifting through clothes
I don’t know about other women but I can safely say that for most, conducting a clothes inventory is like visiting the dentist. You keep thinking about it but you don’t do it until you’re feeling some pain or your cabinet is bursting at the seams.
Order stymies creativity. Or so I say to myself. But chaos doesn’t equate to productivity. I’m not so sure Mozart composed his best music with paper all over the place or spilt coffee on his piano. That’s what I’m thinking. So I’ve decided that it’s time to get my closet in order. Ridiculous as it sounds, I feel like I will always be out of focus until I get my closet in order. It’s been hanging over my head for months.
I initially thought I would have four piles of clothing. Maybe five or six as you always miscount things in life. But as I kept folding and piling and sifting and folding, my list grew. In no particular order:
• dance clothes
• swim clothes
• house clothes
• winter sweaters and baggy pants
• summer tops
• summer shorts
• clothes too small but would be good if I lose weight so I should keep ‘em
• sleep clothes
• winter work tops
• work trousers
• work outfits that needs ironing
• winter jumpers (for really cold nights)
• my mom’s clothes (she sleeps over)
• clubbing tops
• clothes that I may not use anymore but would be a waste to throw away
• clothes my mom and grandma gave me that I’ll never use
• and so on
How have I accumulated all of them? I lived for a year out of a suitcase and I can do it again. I have this theory. From being wanderers, gatherers and travelers, when women settled in one place, the gathering continued. While not for food, shelter or other basic necessities, we accumulated clothes for other reasons. But all of them to suit the different purposes we fulfil in our lives. The career woman. The mother. The sister. The wife. The lover. The woman.
Or maybe it’s just clothes. Sometimes I think too much. I make comparisons where there shouldn’t be any. But if I look at my piles again, they do reflect who I am. The inordinate amount of work clothing versus clothes for going out. The marked absence of slutty outfits. (not even my clubbing outfits) :P That I have a lot of swimwear and dancing stuff. The amount of reds, blacks, grays, browns and the handful of yellows. And like most people, I have some clothes in there that I would never wear or I don’t anymore but I just can’t throw them away. Yes, the extra baggage we carry around.
Today I’ve gotten rid of some of that baggage. And I have piled all of my garments based on where they should be in my closet, in my life.
I mean, really, they’re just clothes right? Perhaps.