If my wardrobe could talk, it would have many a tale to tell.
From all-night raves in East London and island-hopping in Istanbul to fancy pants soirees in Paris, my clothing has adorned me, complemented my tan, kept me warm, vamped up my look and, most importantly, reflected my mood.
The garments I treasure are part of my past and just as music and perfume conjures up a certain moment in time, my garments have so many memories attached to them. I’m not going to get all sentimental here but this is just one reason why I find parting with them difficult.
There’s my little black dress (vintage), my marathon jacket from 2011, the green dress that I was wearing when I met my partner and many more items that I’ve grown up in.
So here is my conundrum, I recently turned 30 and in a sort of mid-life-crisis (is it mid-life)-kind-of-way, I decided to make a few changes, including shedding a few layers of my wardrobe. To stop living in the past and concentrate on my future.
For this reason I need to confront my amass of items and do the thing I’ve been dreading for the past ten years. Yes, it’s time to let go of my wardrobe.
Find out here how the story unfolds, more information on my fashionable detox/retox and a few snippets about the must-haves in my life.