Thursday, November 13, 2014

Closet Rehab - When Your Clothes are all "Blah" (and an announcement)


I go through phases where I stare blankly at my closet, believing nothing works anymore. I despair. I hate everything. It's all out-of-date. I'm tired of it. I wear the same things all the time, but I don't have the panache of Carolina Herrera to pull off the signature "uniform". (I culled that CH trivia from the fashion-magazine-obsessed recesses of my adolescent brain. Who cares if I got a C in Spanish II, Mom? I WAS BUSY.)

Back in the day, when these moments of  bleak fashion forcasting struck, I would decide it was time to go shopping. Invariably, I'd bring home a few crappy shirts that I didn't even love, and the cycle would begin again.

Since we're 2/3 of the way through the Secondhand Fashion Challenge, I've had to gather my wits and be a big girl. I've *definitely* added a few "new" things to my shelf, but I'm also more committed than ever to making my old stuff work.

Here's what I wore to church a couple Sundays ago.
It's nothing legendary or super-creative. (I'm thinking of you, polarizing man pajama!)

But Everything I wore was, in my mind, old, tired, or in some way less than my favorite.

I know you're thinking, "Back up, FP. You're wearing gingham! How can you expect us to believe you don't love it???"

Truth: I have 2 navy/white gingham shirts. One of them I wear CONSTANTLY. This one is wonky and hardly gets worn. The collar is strange and it bells out at the bottom in all the wrong ways. I've tried to love it. I swear. But it never happened.

UNTIL THIS DREAMY DAY.

I layered it under a very blah, beige sweater that I'm still not sure why I bought in the first place. (Must have been in one of "those" crises - see above.)

I grabbed my vintage (in internet years) Noonday necklace and piled on some bracelets, then pulled on my old Target boots that resemble the neck of an old man or a turkey. I'm not sure which.

I was surprised by how much I liked it all.

Here's what I'm preaching: Its time to renew your vows to the stuff you already own. Love is a choice, people. Love is a VERB. Just ask DC Talk. Or John Mayer.

(Actually, don't ask John. I don't trust that rat.)

Your closet is FULL of things you might buy this very day if you happened upon them in a crowded rack at Goodwill with the intoxicating lyrics of Genesis or Cyndi Lauper pulsing through the grimy store.

Pair them up in a different way. "Make it work!"   
We'll try, Tim. We'll surely try.

Let me know how it goes.

And now, for a "very important newsletter":

Tomorrow at 12:00 PM (Eastern Time) I'll be posting a fresh batch of secondhand outfits. All sizes. REALLY GOOD STUFF. (As in, I feel visceral pain that it's not all for me.)

New rules: You have to leave a PayPal email address with your outfit choice in order to be entered into the drawing to "win" said outfit. I do this because it makes it 1,000,000 times simpler and more organized from my end, but also because I love bossing people around. (Ask Silas.)

Cost per outfit will be $23, including shipping. Each outfit includes 2 pieces (sometimes 3! what?) that can be worn together AND mixed-and-matched with the sleepy, "give me another chance" stuff you already own.

Comments will be open through Saturday morning, so you've got to move it-move it. 

Consider this your fair warning. Tomorrow, friends! It will be such a party. Spread the word to anyone who might be interested. (But only if they wear a different size than you, because you know...)

On the 'morrow!!!,
FPFG