I turn thirty-two today and I’m proud to say that I finally have a happy closet. And by that I mean, a closet that’s not bursting at the seams and that’s filled with clothes that I actually like to wear.
My closet has been such a happy one that I haven’t bought anything since November last year. That’s almost coming up to eight months, and so far I’ve still got no inkling to buy anything new – online or offline. In fact, when Rick asked me if I wanted anything for my birthday just earlier this week, I couldn’t think of a single thing.
I mentioned in this post how I recently learnt that the fewer clothes I own, the happier I am, and that the beauty of a piece of clothing has everything to do with how much it’s worn and loved. I truly believe this, and I think that this is the secret to having a happy closet.
Prior to the end of last year, for as long as I can remember, my wardrobe had always been filled with clothes I never wore. This got me down for several reasons:
- I always felt like I had ‘nothing’ to wear, even though I had no shortage of clothes.
- I never felt like I had ‘the right clothes.’
- I therefore always felt like I had to buy more clothes to fill the (perceived) void.
- I felt like a hoarder.
- I felt like a waster.
- I always felt like there was never enough space in my closet.
- Every time I was out at the shops, I would eye other women and covet their outfits. Not a nice feeling at all.
For the most part, clothes seem to be just clothes to men. I know that this is definitely the case with Rick. He’s perfectly happy to chuck out high school jerseys and favourite shirts when they get ripped, while I’m the one left all teary because that was the shirt he wore on our dates before we got married.
And therein lies the heart of the problem. For most of us women, our wardrobe represents more than just our clothes. Our wardrobe forms part of our identity. Our wardrobe has emotion attached to it. Our wardrobe holds remnants of our past life; perhaps a past life we’re unable to let go of. Our wardrobe represents in part the person we were, and the person we aspire to be.
Sometime last year after giving birth to my fourth baby in three and a half years, it dawned on me that my body was changed forever and decided that it was as good a time as any to makeover – or should I say, make under – my wardrobe.
The process didn’t exactly happen overnight and I will be the first to admit that it was both time-consuming and mentally exhausting. But the result is that I’m now at a place where I’m finally happy with my closet. I have no longings for anything new. I love what I wear every day. My closet is, for the most part, devoid of anything I don’t actually wear. And most importantly, I am content.
If you’re similarly interested in turning your closet into a happy one, I’ll be sharing some of the things I learnt in the process, and the numerous roadblocks that I encountered, over a series of posts. It’s nothing ground-breaking, and you probably already know a lot of it. But in an era where we’re constantly told we need to buy new things every day, I thought it would be helpful to gather all my thoughts on this topic in the one place for anyone who might be interested in making under their wardrobe and learning to be content with what they have.
As for tomorrow – another scrapbook shall be revealed!
You can read all of The Happy Closet posts here.
(And yes, tis the season of the chunky scarf here in Sydney. If only it were flu-proof.)
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