*WARNING* The post below contains shallow, superficial content of absolutely no importance whatsoever. If you are easily bored, please click away now.
I had a shocking realisation last summer that I did not need to buy any more new clothes. This could have been down to finally finding a look that I was comfortable with and suits me, or because my wardrobe was bulging with impulse buys that I had never worn. I do not really remember which… although I think the first option makes me sound slightly better, so let’s just go with that.
Last week, I had another clear-out of all the stuff I could not bring myself to get rid of the first time. However, this time I was ruthless.
This included all items that no longer fit; anything that gave me a monoboob, shaped my bottom into an airbag, or had a maternity label on it. Next to go was anything with a rip, tear or a hole and finally a pair of white jeans purely because I am not Liz Hurley.
Then, I organised my wardrobe into sections. In one part, I hung all my occasion dresses. There are about 20 of these in varying colours but at least 10 are black. So, should I ever receive an invitation to a formal dinner or to the opera, I shall have something to wear.
In the main section, are my work dresses. Now, I tend to dress in jeans and tunic tops for the office so there is a chance I may never wear any of these again, but should I ever receive an invitation to attend a work conference or to appear on The Apprentice, I will have something to wear.
The most regularly accessed part of my wardrobe is the bottom drawer, where I have folded trousers and jeans into separate piles. From left to right we have:
1. comfy trousers and leggings
2. linen trousers
3. regular denim, coloured jeans and jeggings.
In the drawer above that, I have folded all my tops depending on colour. All black vests & t-shirts are together and white vests & t-shirts are together. Then I have a smaller pile for greys, another for items with a hint of green or blue, and one more for tops with a red, pink or orangey tone.
My accessories drawer is, I think, my proudest achievement of all.
I have a separate compartment for gold bangles, silver bangles, coloured bangles and earrings. Then, another for silver necklaces, gold necklaces and coloured necklaces. Should I ever venture further than the office or the park, I will definitely have the accessories required to transform my look from day-to-night.
Shoes, jackets and bags have taken over the Man Cave. Some are too precious to even leave their boxes and are protected by dust jackets under the guest bed. However, should there be an occassion where ballet flats, gladiator sandals or flip-flops are not deemed appropriate footwear, I shall definitely have it covered.
I also have a few neutral coloured outfits, that I cannot wear without a tan. However, should I ever be invited to a wedding or a christening, when I have a tan, I will have something to wear.
Ruthless, I was. RUTHLESS.