Clothes have a strange capacity to evade the laws of physics.
The more of them you own, the harder it seems to be to choose an outfit.
The more options you have, the less satisfying getting dressed becomes.
The more time you spend tidying them, the less organized they seem.
The more new items you buy, the more you want.
Since reducing my clothes to maybe a quarter the original amount, I have found something strange; my wardrobe seems far more expansive and exciting. I never find myself struggling to decide what to wear or scrabbling around amongst piles of t-shirts in search of a particular one. It is surprising the extent to which I have found that I prefer owning fewer clothes, and how the more I get rid of, the less I want. At first, I wondered if this meant I was dressing in a boring manner or becoming less interested in style as a concept.
But I don't think that is true. Owning fewer clothes means that every single thing in my wardrobe is beautiful, versatile, comfortable and fits me. I have tried to eliminate most of the items intended for special occasions, focusing on garments which I can feel good in every day, rather than once in a while. Also, I have tried to keep things which can be worn for most of the year. I used to have about ten winter coats in varying styles. Now I have one thick woolen one and a rain coat which I know I can wear over layers when it is coldest of just over a t-shirt when it is a bit chilly. Now, I love everything in my wardrobe.
This has made me be more inventive too. Why own a shirt dress, button up shirt and light jacket when I can just have one longer white collared shirt which serves as all three? Why own multiple belts when I can have a perfect one which is the right size? Why own endless socks which have holes in when I can keep a few gorgeous ones and repair them if they get damaged? I have found myself feeling more attached to what I have and if I can repair something to prolong its life, I do. There is such a stigma against this, yet I know I would rather save up every possible penny towards experiences than spend it on socks or something. This is another realization which seems so simple in retrospect. Cost is irrelevant, it is about divorcing myself from the practice of unnecessary consumption.
I have found that even as someone who is very interested in style, I prefer to have the minimum clothes possible. As I have said before, this lifestyle is not a competition or something with rules and limits. My wardrobe consists of the clothes which, at this point in my life, I wear regularly. A few nonseasonal items are stored under my bed.
I will never be a person who wears the same outfit every day - style is something I have liked for as long as I can remember. Learning to appreciate simplicity has been gratifying. There have been too many times when I have worn clothes which limited what I could do and I never want that to happen again. I want to wear comfortable shoes, to be warm in the winter or cool in the summer and to look after my clothes, hanging them up and keeping them in good condition.
This aesthetic simplicity has expanded into other areas of my appearance too. Most days I wear very little makeup- eyeliner and a sometimes little glitter under my eyes. I still have lipsticks and eye shadows for when I want to be fancy, I just can feel complete without them. Jewellery is the same; silver hoop earrings and my citrine healing crystal. Bags too; a rucksack or a simple tote bag depending on how much I need to carry. What began as a small part of my minimalism has grown naturally. Nothing has been forced. I have learnt that painting my face or putting on necklaces isn't worthy of my time of money.