This may sound like whining or an unnecessary attack of contrariness, but I really don't understand the various projects floating around at this time of year. You know the ones, "clear out everything you haven't worn in a year" or "only wear six carefully chosen pieces of clothing". Encouraging everyone to start anew on a clean sheet. Promising clarity of mind and improved fashion sense through editing your wardrobe and throwing out clothes. Or simply ruthlessly editing your everyday wardrobe to a capsule collection (also, words can't express how much I hate hate hate Gok Wan and the 'capsule wardrobe' he foists on poor unsuspecting middle aged women - but that's a whole other subject).
It may be New Year resolution time and the entire world is obsessed with frugalness, make doing and mending like billy-o, but honestly what sane person could survive on six (SIX!) items of clothing? That just belies the tempetuous and varied relationship to enjoy with your image and clothes in general. One day you want to be the sophisticated business woman, clad in a Chanel-like suit, silk shirt and pearls. The next its a rock chick outfit, complete with tons of black eyeliner and skin tight jeans. It's fun to treat your image like a pick and mix counter, milk buttons mixed in with pink prawns.
Despite the fact that my clothes are currently threatening to take over an entire room and edge me out like an unfriendly roommate, I just don't want to throw anything away. Sometimes clothes are meant to be kept, not to wear all the time but simply that the memory of the last time wearing it overrules the room it takes up in the wardrobe. All ready to be taken out and treated like a long-lost friend who you haven't seen for ages but swings into town to give you a good time.
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