Closet Curation
Several months ago I took a class (an immersion) to delve into finding my best life (more to come).
One of her assignments was a Clueless Mini Immeersion. Yes, Clueless, the movie. I think I’m the only one who has never seen that movie. I did some research into the fashions of rbr movie and I remembered being a big girl (even bigger than I am now) and hating that no one had anything fashionable for the curvy girl. Curvy girls have come a long way!
On the instructors guidance, I curated my closet. My closet has always been a hot mess! An amalgamation of stuff I thought I liked, stuff waiting on me to lose 10 pounds, and stuff that I had no idea why I had.
This curate project took me an entire day. I had been dreading doing it. I pulled everything off hangars, out of drawers, out of boxes, off shelves and piled it in the middle of the closet. Then…I laid on top of the heap. I rolled around in it. I got up, brought a bottle of wine with me, turned on some music, sat on my bench in the closet and started working.
I held every piece as I remembered in a book I read. I practiced KonMari. Some of the pieces made me sad. Some made me feel bad. Some made me laugh. Some made me cry. Some offended me. Some made me say WTF. Ok, a lot of them made me say WTF.
After spending time with the clothes I was able to start separating them with such freedom and happiness. I also had a box of clothes that I didn’t like, didn’t fit, etc. and I donated every single piece. I didn’t cringe when I saw the price tags on these pieces. That used to be my go to excuse. I paid so much for this. Oh well..lesson learned on so many different levels.
The donate pile was the first to go. The second pile was consignment. That was interesting. As soon as they pulled my offerings out of the bags, I felt like Jesus. The sales associates were casting lots for my items. I thought it was going to be a fight over these things.
The last pile was the items I kept. I hung them impeccably in my closet. I moved all my formal dresses to another closet to accompany my husband’s tuxedos. I smiled and made a note that we would be attending more formal events together.
I have a ton of tulle skirts/tutus and they are so much fun. I tried each one on and smiled. I have a funky dress with ostrich feathers, I have a vintage pair of Yves Saint Laurent alligator pumps, I have a 1920’s style faux fur shrug/jacket, I have an army flak jacket, I have two suede skirts with fringe, I have a pair of red patent leather boots, a pair of hot pink suede boots and a pair of the over the knee black suede boots with a glitter heel, the findings made me laugh and ask myself why I hadn’t worn these fabulous items.
I grouped my sweaters, my underwear, my shapewear, my swimsuits, my lingerie and my winter items (gloves, wraps, caps, etc.). It was glorious!
Getting dressed for the day has become an adventure. My sense of style (which I thought was pretty awesome to begin with) has been elevated.
I began to laugh when as I looked at all the items I had and their prices. I did have a $1,000 dress that I paid $200 for but I hated it and my window to return it expired a year ago. I thought about my daughter during her sophomore year in college. I got her credit card bill and questioned a purchase at Nordstrom’s. After all, why is a 19 year old spending $60 at Nordstrom’s? My daughter explained to me that she was out of mascara and she bought a tube. I was livid. I said “I am a grown ass woman I don’t spend that kind of money on mascara.” She responded “How many tubes of mascara do you have?” I rattled off at least five drugstore brands and she asked “Are you happy with any of them?” Then she went on to explain that I had probably spent more on mascara that I didn’t like and therefore not using and she probably spent less on hers that she loved then I did on all the ones I had. That was an eye opening conversation. It is how I govern my shopping. I can buy twelve dresses that I like or one dress that I LOVE. All my purchases are pieces I absolutely love. If I don’t love it. I don’t buy it. I also learned the value of researching the item and trying it on from my buddy Trish. It saves me a lot of heartache.
I am in love with every piece I kept! I’ve gotten bolder in my style and tastes and I am at peace wearing what I wear. So much peace that when I woke up this morning, I grabbed a pair of jeans, a popover shirt with French cuffs, a sexy strappy bra and black lace thong. I would have NEVER worn the undergarments. I feel amazing. I did my hair, used my Dyson hair dryer, made my face, my eyebrows and eyelashes and I walk into my office like boss I am!
This Clueless mini immersion is the shit! It incorporates divine and extreme self-care as well. I feel amazing and it shows.
One of her assignments was a Clueless Mini Immeersion. Yes, Clueless, the movie. I think I’m the only one who has never seen that movie. I did some research into the fashions of rbr movie and I remembered being a big girl (even bigger than I am now) and hating that no one had anything fashionable for the curvy girl. Curvy girls have come a long way!
On the instructors guidance, I curated my closet. My closet has always been a hot mess! An amalgamation of stuff I thought I liked, stuff waiting on me to lose 10 pounds, and stuff that I had no idea why I had.
This curate project took me an entire day. I had been dreading doing it. I pulled everything off hangars, out of drawers, out of boxes, off shelves and piled it in the middle of the closet. Then…I laid on top of the heap. I rolled around in it. I got up, brought a bottle of wine with me, turned on some music, sat on my bench in the closet and started working.
I held every piece as I remembered in a book I read. I practiced KonMari. Some of the pieces made me sad. Some made me feel bad. Some made me laugh. Some made me cry. Some offended me. Some made me say WTF. Ok, a lot of them made me say WTF.
After spending time with the clothes I was able to start separating them with such freedom and happiness. I also had a box of clothes that I didn’t like, didn’t fit, etc. and I donated every single piece. I didn’t cringe when I saw the price tags on these pieces. That used to be my go to excuse. I paid so much for this. Oh well..lesson learned on so many different levels.
The donate pile was the first to go. The second pile was consignment. That was interesting. As soon as they pulled my offerings out of the bags, I felt like Jesus. The sales associates were casting lots for my items. I thought it was going to be a fight over these things.
The last pile was the items I kept. I hung them impeccably in my closet. I moved all my formal dresses to another closet to accompany my husband’s tuxedos. I smiled and made a note that we would be attending more formal events together.
I have a ton of tulle skirts/tutus and they are so much fun. I tried each one on and smiled. I have a funky dress with ostrich feathers, I have a vintage pair of Yves Saint Laurent alligator pumps, I have a 1920’s style faux fur shrug/jacket, I have an army flak jacket, I have two suede skirts with fringe, I have a pair of red patent leather boots, a pair of hot pink suede boots and a pair of the over the knee black suede boots with a glitter heel, the findings made me laugh and ask myself why I hadn’t worn these fabulous items.
I grouped my sweaters, my underwear, my shapewear, my swimsuits, my lingerie and my winter items (gloves, wraps, caps, etc.). It was glorious!
Getting dressed for the day has become an adventure. My sense of style (which I thought was pretty awesome to begin with) has been elevated.
I began to laugh when as I looked at all the items I had and their prices. I did have a $1,000 dress that I paid $200 for but I hated it and my window to return it expired a year ago. I thought about my daughter during her sophomore year in college. I got her credit card bill and questioned a purchase at Nordstrom’s. After all, why is a 19 year old spending $60 at Nordstrom’s? My daughter explained to me that she was out of mascara and she bought a tube. I was livid. I said “I am a grown ass woman I don’t spend that kind of money on mascara.” She responded “How many tubes of mascara do you have?” I rattled off at least five drugstore brands and she asked “Are you happy with any of them?” Then she went on to explain that I had probably spent more on mascara that I didn’t like and therefore not using and she probably spent less on hers that she loved then I did on all the ones I had. That was an eye opening conversation. It is how I govern my shopping. I can buy twelve dresses that I like or one dress that I LOVE. All my purchases are pieces I absolutely love. If I don’t love it. I don’t buy it. I also learned the value of researching the item and trying it on from my buddy Trish. It saves me a lot of heartache.
I am in love with every piece I kept! I’ve gotten bolder in my style and tastes and I am at peace wearing what I wear. So much peace that when I woke up this morning, I grabbed a pair of jeans, a popover shirt with French cuffs, a sexy strappy bra and black lace thong. I would have NEVER worn the undergarments. I feel amazing. I did my hair, used my Dyson hair dryer, made my face, my eyebrows and eyelashes and I walk into my office like boss I am!
This Clueless mini immersion is the shit! It incorporates divine and extreme self-care as well. I feel amazing and it shows.
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