Read part 1 and part 2 of this story here.
So, it’s nearly the end of May. I cut my capsule wardrobe short by about a week because I wanted to wear some of the things I picked up at a clothes swap a few days ago.
How did it go?
It went great. I took one jumper out of the suitcase, but apart from that I dressed exclusively from my capsule wardrobe and didn’t miss anything at all.
To be honest, it wasn’t a big a deal as I made it out to be. I didn’t feel restricted, and my style didn’t look or feel that different (just more refined, I guess). It did make dressing less stressful, but it also meant I needed to do laundry regularly.
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This is part two of my capsule wardrobe post. In the first post I talked about why I wanted to do a capsule wardrobe experiment, and the 7 steps I took to do it. This post is my “ideal wardrobe list” (steps 2-2), shopping list (step 4-5) and what I bought (step 7).
My April and May Capsule Wardrobe
- to test out a new grown up style, for a short period of time and on a budget.
- to test out the benefits of having a capsule wardrobe.
Although I buy and discard clothes fairly regularly, my person style hasn’t changed much in the last ten years. It’s a little bit all over the place but is mostly leggings with dresses and boots, worn with layers of cardigans and scarves and beaded jewellery. These days, I’m feeling a bit of a disconnect. I am craving more simplicity – less colours and patterns. I am also just not wanting to dress in the same way as I did when I was in my early twenties. Now unable to deny that I am in fact, in the latter half of this decade (I turn 28 in June), I want to have a more grown up style.
Whenever I have felt inspired to change the way I dress in the past I have immediately rushed out on a shopping trip. I buy a few items that are “different” and then these items get put into my regular wardrobe and have generally been worn as part of a very familiar looking outfit. This time, I have approached it like the grown up I want to be: with stated aims, numbered lists, and a budget.
When I wrote that my word for the year would be peace, I did not expect it to be such a struggle.
“Oh, it’ll be easy,” I thought “I’ll just stop doing things and wanting things.”
Oh wow. Trying to stop yourself wanting things so much is painful. Forcing yourself to wait it out rather than doing something the moment you think it would be a good idea is hard. I’m learning to be patient.
I’ve learnt that there are two different types of wanting something. There are the things I want just so that I can want something, and then there are the things that are truly worth having.
Firstly, wanting for the sake of wanting.
I feel like I need to be changing things in my life to feel any forward momentum.
This image from unsplash.com makes me really miss coffee.
It was the weekend before Christmas, and I was celebrating having a couple of weeks off work by burrowing deeper into my duvet and entering into full on relaxation mode. It was quiet, it was cosy, it was peaceful… My husband jumped out of the bed.
“Come on, it’s time to go to the gym.”
“Come on, doesn’t the class you normally go to start at 10?”
“Well yes, but…”
The truth was, I was planning to give myself the day off. But being stubborn and competitive, I wasn’t going to let him go by himself. So I dragged myself out of bed and left for the gym.
Without having a cup of tea.
I’ve been looking forward to some time off because I keep thinking I need to “sort things out”. What I need to sort out, I’m not so sure.
I feel itchy, dissatisfied… my mind keeps casting itself to the corners and storage places. The boxes under our bed, the clothes in the corner, the disorganised scraps of paper where I keep ideas for things I want to write or make. I crave focus, clarity. But I know from experience that taking bags to the charity shop won’t bring me that. Or at least, it will bring peace but only for a day or two. Then I will want to move on to the next thing: which area of my life shall I organise now? I will go through my archived mail, labelling and colour coding emails that I might one day need, deleting those that I won’t. And again, I will feel peace. Until I won’t.
So I finally got around to reading Marie Kondo’s The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up.
I thought I had already read enough decluttering and minimalism books, that there was nothing about getting rid of things that I had yet to learn. But actually, it kind of blew my mind.
Lately, I feel as though I’m going slightly mad.
I read everything that catches my attention.
It all adds to the noise in my brain.
In March 2013 I sold most of my stuff, loaded the rest into my car and got ready to live out of suitcase while I figured out what to do with my life. I spent the next few months extracting myself from what, with hindsight, was an emotionally abusive relationship. I had my first “summer fling”, pierced my nose, and drank more alcohol than I probably had in the previous two years combined.
Although its most literal interpretation is about reducing physical clutter, to me minimalism is about letting go of anything that no longer serves me.
To be honest, it has been a while since I thought Facebook was enriching my life. If anything, a Facebook account is just something I feel like I should have. Everybody does, right?
At Alive this year, there was a lot of discussion about how to bridge the gap between knowing your truth and living your truth. Most of us know what we value and what makes us happy but we find our time and energy getting sucked into other things. Facebook seems to take more of my time and energy than I the value I get back in return.