So, I'm using those giant paper lawn and leaf bags to purge the smothering excess. The el huge-o ones I could camp in if I had to. I have needed many and there is still SO MUCH MORE.
My goal here is to not have to care for so MANY THINGS. Especially fabric. It stains, and gets dirty and needs so much CAAAAAARE. My clothes, my two daughters' clothes, textile bizarre random things I've collected, Ben's stuff. He doesn't care much about clothes so long as they're comfortable, wash and wear, and maybe have an amusing game, beer, or anime related theme. He came from a really big family so I think he's just happy to have clothes that are only his. (besides what the household womenfolk steal.)
BTW today I'm writing from a place of burned-out I don't give a shittedness right now. So.
So, as for MY clothes/other fabric crap I own, here is my plan (i.e.vain hope):
Minimalist capsule wardrobe. I actually like neutrals and earth tones. Brown is my favorite color. (Really. In real life.) So pretty much every minimalist wardrobe post one sees is all neutrals so that part should be pretty easy for me right? One could be forgiven for getting the impression minimalism requires a trim, black and grey casual, yet subtly expensive "uniform" in an all white room.
I have looked up and pinned several hundred thousand ideas for minimalist capsule wardrobes (irony) and though helpful, they do not seem to be geared toward my life. I seem to have a lot more mud, pet hair, and stains. I also have a definite lack of need for a blazer to look "put together". I don't object to looking put together, I just don't see it as a regular occurrence. Also WTH are "evening shorts"? (I really-and-for-true saw that listed.)
I can't bear high heels. They leave me with crippling back, hip, and foot pain and I get whiny. So I guess I can't be that kind of effortless, stylish French girl. Maybe just a regular, schleppy French girl?
So my plan is to just pare down to much fewer of the things I do wear and then maybe upgrade from there? Things I thought I liked it turns out that I don't anymore. I can't believe things that I though of as "Annie things"...aren't. Well crap. But also good? Because if I don't like anything then I can get rid of it all, right? After, of course, I work through the feeling I'm abandoning a dog that trusted me by not getting rid of some clothes that I don't like (I'm sorry! You are GOOD clothes! You have VALUE! We just aren't meant for each other! You are GOOD and LOVABLE, just not for me! (I don't have attachment issues to inanimate objects. Nope. You're thinking of someone else.)
It turns out I actually wear:
Skinny jeans: Whoa. After a period of incremental adjustment during which I felt like my legs were suffocating I actually mostly like them.They are my version of high heels. They are much more practical and useful than high heels and make me feel cute and perhaps stylish. They upgrade an outfit from schleppy to "maybe intentional".
I want to be comfortable but not quite to knitwear elastic pants, not yet. Although there've been times where I'm helping an elderly client get dressed and I think , "Hmmm. Sure are easy and comfy." But my clients are in their 80s so maybe not just yet.
Not skinny jeans: For when I get tired of skooching my pant leg back down my calf with my foot whenever I stand up. Mostly "jeans-style" corduroys as it turns out and a too-big, elderly pair of Levis for when I'm giving no shits. (Or "boyfriend-style", yeah, that's the ticket. I think to qualify as boyfriend style you have to wear very high heels with them to prove you meant to wear those big 'ol pants.)
Sweaters: I LOVE sweaters. They are my nest of comfort. I miss them in the summer. So I have a lot of them. So my wardrobe needs more of them than what others might consider justifiable.
Big brown cotton one. Comfy, stain-hiding, brown. I love brown.
Black cashmere high-end Brooks Brothers Goodwill one. Eight bucks for an (apparently) $400 sweater! Great price right? I was excited. I forgot for a minute that black loves pet hair and gathers it affectionately to it's bosom. Especially sweaters (almost as much as velvet.). Oops.
Schleppy tan cardigan with pockets. Meh. For when I want my shirt to show. Serviceable.
Floppy open knit pretty, mossy green, Old Navy sweater I actually bought new. Good for warm weather chilliness. Whatever you are wearing under it kind of peeks through in a becoming way. Too big and floppy now.
T shirts: Solid, neutral colors. Not prints. I love and have hoarded so many fabric prints. For decades.
I don't wear prints as it turns out. They make me feel like being near a noisy crowd I can't get away from. Overstimulating, I guess. I'll just have to enjoy those on other people.
All Neutrals. All The Time. (Or largely neutrals, most of the time.)
Long sleeve big scoop or V neck. Crew neck makes my neck feel like someone is pulling on the back of shirt all day. I get claustrophobic. Black, grey, rust, stripey, weird purple I'm on the fence about.
Short sleeve non-crew neck, one stripey, brown, black, grey, two with No Face on them. I love No Face.
Ok. More later. Like jackets/coats, shoes, bras, socks, underwear, tank tops, pajamas, leggings, skirts, dresses, etc. I need to go attempt to clean my house.