I wrote in my last post how fashion used to be a big part of my life and something I used to love. The thing is, I kind of have a problem...
A messy closet.
It actually pains me to admit I’ve been here a million times before, and each time I convince myself ‘To never let it get that bad again.’ Then as predicted it spectacularly breeds to an even worse state. I am so messy when it comes to clothes, I don’t care at all if something gets squashed, creased, or forgotten about. I really am that bad clothes person.
I also have the worst hoarding nature. I have clothes I haven’t worn for years hung up and I have no idea why. I always dreamt one day I would appear on Gok’s How to Look Good Naked and he would banish all my clothes, tell me off and that would be it, lesson learnt.
The thing is, I am nearly twenty-four, should I really still be throwing clothes around? Shouldn’t I have got that dream capsule wardrobe by now?
I have always been like this. If I try something on and it doesn’t look right, I will almost instantly fall out of love with it, and then most likely it will get shoved back into the closet, and eventually spat out and regurgitated again.
Have you ever wondered what you would do if your wardrobe was gone just like that… would you ever be able to compensate for the loss? Or would it give you that fresh slate and opportunity to start all over again...
Clothes can be replaced. But can bad habits ever change?