The Capsule Wardrobe | Lessons from Moving
One thing I thought I knew for sure was that the capsule worked well for me and I was no longer in danger of a huge wardrobe of clothes that I didn’t wear. However honestly? I was wrong.
I never realised this until we moved however that what had happened looking back is this, rather than successfully tidying I had actually just tidied it all into more storage options. In our flat we had two wardrobes to start. One in the spare room and one internal closet fitted with two separate rails. On top of this we then had three large Ikea drawers for more clothes and additional boxes for accessories. I could see everything and I threw a lot away so I thought I was cured.
I had separate seasons, I could follow Caroline’s rules, only what I couldn’t see was that I was simple seeing too much. I kept more because I had the space to keep it, space which I don’t have anymore.
The greatest idea behind the capsule is having all you need in the space you have available. In the flat we had a lot of space but in the house we want and have less.
As we began unpacking clothes the first thing which was shocking was that we had three large packing boxes, two hold all’s and two suitcases. Filled to bursting with our clothes (both of us). On top of that we then had bags, multiple large bags of our shoes and as I faced the first session of unpacking I pulled out forty odd pieces and I didn’t want for anymore.
I have met some truly phenomenal women since leaving high (secondary) school. Women who can keep a hold of gorgeous, one of a kind pieces and recycle them years later and still look out of this world but I know that am not one of these women. Maybe this makes me wasteful and an over consumer but I do still love my clothes but they have their moment, their time. They speak about the year they were bought in, the thing I did in that part of my life but that is where it stops. I’m not a big dweller of the past, instead I am a lover of the future and so bringing back old pieces never work out for me, and I’m ok with that.
So what do I do now? Well its simple I donate more clothes. I pull right back and find the wardrobe I actually wear because turns out after all my worrying that I would have nothing it turns out I don’t wear it all anyway so what’s the point?
Here’s to the future girls! The lighter more of the moment, fun future. I have learnt to shop better now I just need to learn how to dress better!