Why did I own so much that I'm feeling so little regret about clearing out? And why am I now so consistently content wearing some version of the above -- simple cashmere sweater, jeans, comfortable but reasonably chic shoes, a scarf? I change the look by wearing skinny jeans and boots, but the simple sweater and scarf remain . . . and yes, I seem to have too many scarves and they're impervious to weight change. . . .
I suspect that when I wasn't happy about extra weight at my middle, I bought more clothes to camouflage or divert the eye. And when I was too busy for the leisure activities that promise deeper happiness, I substituted the cheap fix of retail therapy. As well, there's no question that for me, the ever-present stimulus of my style-conscious online community ramped up my Wants far beyond my Needs or even my Will Wear Regularly.
Whatever the reasons, I'm chastened by the piles I'm bagging up and finding new homes for, and I'm enjoying the tranquility of simpler choices.
Not to say it's all calm and practical sobriety around here. Occasionally, I do celebrate the choices of a younger, more profligate shopper (one whose presence has not completely been banished, I suspect). This skirt, wildly patterned, arguably impractical though it might be, a size 10 that was already on the large size when I bought it on sale in summer 2008 (and pictured in this post) -- this skirt has survived the cull. Yes, it's too big (with so much going on with the panelled high waist, the pleating, the generous pockets set into its side seams, I don't believe it's a promising candidate for tailoring). But the fabric is so light (a wonderful brocaded taffeta) that the waist shaping holds it in place without looking too bulky. I'm not sure it's flattering, but I love it, and although I'm preferring less drama in my outfits these days, I thought it deserved an outing. Worn here with a 6-year old Sarah Pacini t-neck and my consignment-find Think shoes.
And I know it shouldn't be a big deal, but we're almost finished January, and I haven't even been tempted to buy a single garment. Although my sister did manage to tweak my interest in some gorgeous, locally made moccasins. . . For now, I'm very happy to have more going out than coming in. No big promises or resolutions or commitments to a shopping diet I am determined, though, to think about what I have and make sure it gets worn. Not just the jeans, I promise. . . .