So, here is an actual thing that just happened: For the last couple of weeks, I have been seeing burgundy everywhere (as is so often the case during fall). And I started thinking to myself that what I really needed this season – needed, mind you – was a burgundy bag. Something simple and classic, ideally with a crossbody strap (because I am getting increasingly lazy). Naturally, my first instinct was to immediately begin obsessively scouring the WWW for the newest object of my affection. Weeks later, while perusing the website of one of my favorite designers, I had the ultimate forehead-slapping moment. “Ooh, I like that bag!” I thought. “I wish it came in burgundy.”
Slowly, the wheels started turning. “Wait…do I…? Didn’t it…?” organize closet
Yes, friends: that bag did come in burgundy, and was presently sitting in my closet. From last fall. When I absolutely had to have a new burgundy bag.
But of course, we all do this, right? (Please, in the spirit of solidarity, tell me we all do this!) We fixate on something, we search high and low for it, but more often than any of us would care to admit, if we would stop our surfing and spend five minutes in our closet, we just might hit paydirt. That short-sleeved navy silk blouse I had to have last spring became mine when I realized I already had the perfect version, just with a pair of extraneous sleeves attached (which were awkward and ill-fitting anyway). I took it to the tailor, and $10 later, I had simultaneously purged a shirt I didn’t like and acquired one I loved.
I do this little song and dance just about every season, and I’m only lately realizing that I could save myself immeasurable amounts of stress, not to mention money, if I would take an hour at the start of every season and study the shelves in my closet with the same concentration and focus I normally devote to the latest round of Shopbop markdowns. How many times have you pulled your sweaters (or coats, or boots…) out of storage in the fall, only to exclaim, “Ooh! I completely forgot I had this!” Then, you do that little euphoric happy dance, and pat yourself on the back for having such excellent taste.
Now that the seasons are officially changing, I’d like to suggest a little exercise: this weekend, take stock. Unpack those sweaters. Pull that towering stack of jeans out of your closet and actually go through them, piece by piece, to see what you have. Look through your shoes, realize that you never once wore those striped espadrilles you had to have, and send them on their merry way. While you’re at it, you’ll probably spy a dusty shoebox in the back of the closet. Open it up, and who knows: you might find that perfect pair of black loafers you’ve been dreaming of since August.
Tell me, friends: What’s the last thing you remember being shocked to find in your closet? Before I officially check myself into the loony bin (or volunteer to be the next contestant on Hoarders), please tell me I’m not alone!