I threw all of my clothes out last night. (*)
Yes, all of them.
(*) Into plastic storage boxes.
You might be wondering if I’ve gone off my rocker. No, I’m still perfectly sane, but I just got really tired of looking at my overstuffed closet. How is it that I came to Singapore with just a cabin-sized luggage of clothes that has miraculously multiplied by 3 – 4 times in just slightly over a year and a half? (Don’t get me started on the number of beauty products I’m currently hoarding.)
So anyway, in a bid to regain control over my wardrobe, I expelled all of my clothes – away into the banished lands of the plastic storage box and only to return with a royal pardon (i.e. when I really have nothing else fit to wear).
Seriously. This morning, the only items of clothes left hanging in my wardrobe were what I planned to wear to work today.
I’m no certified fashionista, but even I am getting tired of how I dress and look. Some days (ok, most days!) I feel that my outfit just screams ‘headed for auntie-dom’ or ‘I really couldn’t be bothered this morning’. Hopefully, now that I’ve given myself a clean slate to work with, my fashion tastes will also be refreshed.
I won’t be posting OOTDs (outfit of the day) because I’m just not comfortable with taking pictures of myself. I always feel that one looks weird in photographs of oneself.
Do share if, like me, you also have a problem with ‘too many clothes but nothing to wear end up re-wearing old outfits’ or ‘stuck in a rut dunno how to change fashion style’.