During my pregnancy I read one of the most famous books for what to expect. It scared the heck out of me. I cried and cried.
One of those ‘might happen’ was permanent foot growth. The possibility to grow larger multiple sizes. What the F? For real?
I remember calling my sister and crying about this fact and how much I love my shoes. Not that I am attached to all my shoes but I have some pairs of shoes I feel are irreplaceable.
So yep after the baby my feet grew. I was a solid 7.5 pre Charles and now I wear an 8 and some 8.5. It seems as though my feet didn’t get much longer just wider. Most of my loved old broken in heals fit me just fine. One particular pair of shoes I call my green beauties were not one of those lucky pairs.
My green beauties were a Christmas gift. They were a little snug in the toe box but like most leather shoes I thought they would stretch. They did not. After the baby they were so tight it was unbearable. I tried wearing them with socks around the house but it hurt so bad I thought it was time to possibly part with them.
I researched shoe stretching to see if it was a thing and I’d be darned it totally is. I called a local shoes repair and for 10 dollars it could be done. And it was.
Life to my green beauties. Maybe they live in my closet indefinitely!!
What style do I like? If I were to describe it, it would be.. well… hmm.. I don’t know. Maybe we need to go back in time to my style evolution.
High School: In high school I dated an older boy who loved concerts and was into the hardcore scene. After going to many concerts and loving the scene myself I quickly followed suit. I was a jeans wearing / band shirt girl. Very rarely did I wear anything else.
College: Not much changed after high school I was still sporting my band shirts and Jeans.
My first corporate job: What in the world was I going to wear. It was time to pick a new wardrobe with work pants and fancy tops. Boy did I need help. The help came in the form of my sister. She is a fashionista to say the least. If I was going to need an expert she was it. After shopping with her help and buying a new wardrobe I was work ready.
Day in and day out dressing nicer, dressing for my shape, and dressing with a purpose I started to love it. The thrill of shopping and wearing nice clothing and nice shoes. Being able to express myself in colors and patterns. It was / is addicting.
Not to long later: Shopping became an addiction. Shopping regularly and blowing money. Going through clothing and accumulating more at the speed of light. Weirdly enough I never really established a style.
Today: I work at a company where the dress code is a bit relaxed. I can wear jeans everyday if I want, the only things I am unable to sport is my regular shoes. I wear steel toes. I arrive in my regular shoes and change into my steels when I get to work.
Due to the nature of the job I usually wear jeans or work pants paired with a nice top or sweater. More recently I have been trying to minimize my jean wearing and wear my nice pants. As much as I love wearing dresses and skirts my position makes it not the most convenient.
When I am not at work I love to wear my regular shoes and have fun getting ready (taking as much time as I want to). I enjoy wearing the clothing I own I am unable to wear to work like distressed jeans and dresses.
My style: Well I am still not sure. I love so many different styles. But today I am wearing this and I feel fantastic.
What number of clothing is my number? How many items do I need? How far do I need to go to get there?
I am having trouble envisioning my perfect wardrobe. I know I want it small and in my mind I see the word Capsule over and over. The capsule definition is quite small. 50 items or maybe even less including accessories. For me that seems impossible.
Right now I am counting around 500 items in my current closet. That is the number after getting rid of almost 200 things already. I don’t want to get rid of items just to get down to the “perfect” number. If I like an item or will wear it I am going to keep it. It is wasteful to get rid of things I still like.
Although it is getting easier to get rid of things I don’t like. In the past items I didn’t like would not leave my wardrobe until I went through and did an overhaul. Currently if I don’t like something I put it on the bench by my back door. At the end of the month if it is still there it goes into my month end pruning. From there it goes into a trash bag. The bag will stay in the house for a few more months until I have three or more. I then donate them to a local charity.
There has been three items that have been fished back out after they made it into a trash bag. I am glad I am able to be honest and do those things and update my posts accordingly. I don’t want to get rid of items I still like or might wear that maybe this once I wasn’t feeling it.
But back to the original idea of this post. As I get rid of more and more I am becoming less attached to most of my clothing and more attached to other items. As my weight changes I am unsure what I should keep because I might need it someday. I also have the room currently to store the current wardrobe I have so its no sweat to have around 500 items.
If I stick to my plan and stop buying so much my wardrobe by design will shrink. I am hoping to get to a number under 200. I have about 300 items to go.
I wonder what my perfect number is, but I am sure once I get there I will know it.