A miserable necessity is trying to edit ones clothes. It involves going through each item in your wardrobe and deciding if and when you would wear every item. The problem is, who knows how many outfits you need, how many varieties of shirts are enough that people won’t think that you’re dirty. What the hell. I don’t care if people think I’m dirty. Even yesterday I went to a friends 30th birthday party wearing the same outfit I wore on Friday without a shower either. But work wants me to dress up. And I like it when my shirts say things more cleverly than I can, so my piles of clothing don’t shrink enough.
I make a pile of tshirts, a pile of underwear, a pile of “performance” (though that’s just a theoretical pile (as if I go to the gym), a pile of things to try on, and things to give away. You also have to face up to certain things about yourself when sorting through clothes. You have to admit that you bought those pants only cause it was a designer label, or that you’re not so young to wear some of the plaids you swore to yourself that your wardrobe would only consist of. It’s like going through a mini biography of your life, I wore that when we went to Coney Island or I hooked up with so-and-so wearing that. There’s the items of clothes that at one time held the title of Your Best Shirt that have now shirked down to the pile of ‘Salvation Army’.
And those clothes that make it to the Second Hand Store, well, you hope some young kid picks it up and it becomes their best, their number one go to, their Yes-Pile.
With that said, it takes two or three edits to really get down to the core, the juiciest of your stuff that you hope will give off the right impression of your personality and how you feel about yourself, and no matter what, there will always be a night when you think ‘Jeez! I can’t believe I threw that out, it’d be perfect to wear tonight.’ But you need to accept that as a necessary evil, because now you have some room to go shopping with an excuse -yes, now you actually need to buy that shirt.
Meanwhile, a big thanks to UL, who has easily become the best commenter on abzme.com (No shock there since I don’t write enough and so new readers fall off pretty quickly.)
Tags: City, Clothing, Sorting Closets, Underwear
March 2, 2009 at 2:08 am |
due to accolades, I am now required to comment even if no redeeming value is given nor is taken.
I am happy to hear you’ve decided to adopt the same famous fashion adviser that I have used in the past.
As the economy sinks further into an abyss, hold onto to it all
It’s possible for the “best Shirt” title to be reclaimed by another or again by you? in 10-20 years? your kids? ….it’s all schmates
March 2, 2009 at 9:12 am |
“Even yesterday I went to a friends 30th birthday party wearing the same outfit I wore on Friday without a shower either.” The same outfit I can see, but no shower? Out on a Saturday night? Wearing the same clothes? Have you completely given up on life?
March 2, 2009 at 2:33 pm |
Just passing by.Btw, you website have great content!
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Don’t pay for your electricity any longer…
Instead, the power company will pay YOU!
March 2, 2009 at 4:21 pm |
while going through your closet will always be a task, i’d like to say that this picutre contains the best kitchen table/prep area/junk drawer of all time so the post is that much better, move it into the kitchen where it’s happy
March 11, 2009 at 8:30 am |
Please get rid of me already!