At the moment, the word “season” does not invoke thoughts of Christmas or fall or winter or scenery. It invokes stress over clothing.
I started my adulthood – and first “big girl” job – in southern California, where there really isn’t such a thing as 4 seasons. I am going to blame my general inability to dress myself on this time in California. I did not learn to differentiate between what was “fall wear” versus “winter wear” and the idea that it was a fashion no-no to wear strappy sandals after a certain calendar date – or – gasp – the color white – just didn’t catch on for me.
Currently, I am trying to embrace a more minimalist lifestyle, and one of the concepts within this umbrella is that of the “capsule wardrobe.” The idea is simple: you will dress “better” (I think that means more coordinated and look more “put together”) with fewer items that can all mix and match, thus eliminating not knowing what to wear because your closet is overflowing with pieces you bought but have never worn, the presence of which is giving you choice paralysis. Some proponents of this concept say you need only 33 items in your closet (exclusive of certain things such as pajamas, underwear, loungewear, etc.). This idea appeals to me because I know I have more than I need since I only wear a fraction of what I own.
Last week I started with taking everything out of my closet and my drawers and sorting them into three piles: Love, Like, and Lose. I have made progress, but not nearly enough to truly say I have a capsule wardrobe. This weekend’s task, though, is to finish the job and create my “winter capsule” for December 6 – March 6. Wish me luck.