My life has become a clockwork-like routine and my rotating wardrobe reflects this with dedicated precision.
Curating your wardrobe is working toward the vision of building a complete, perfect collection of garments. You cull, you fill gaps, and you’re left with a tightly-edited selection of items to choose from. If you’ve edited well, you should be completely comfortable to wear and re-wear everything with regularity because you love it all.
And while I do love everything I own – given the repetitious nature of my activities and the small percentage of things within that wardrobe which suit those activities, it has become homogeneous.
When getting dressed on Friday night to pick my boyfriend up for his hockey game I realised I had worn the exact same outfit to his Friday night hockey games for at least two months. The same pair of jeans, the same sneakers, the same jacket, the same scarf. I feel good in that outfit; it’s the logical response within my wardrobe to the prospective activity. But when worn so acutely repetitively I also feel fatigued.
I’ve lamented frequently that I don’t seem to have an expansive enough selection of things to wear to the workshop, but my life away from the bench hadn’t ever factored into my wardrobe scrutiny until now. Friday nights that were spent in stilettos are now spent in sneakers – I still love everything I own but I don’t live the same life I did when I bought most of it.
It was then I realised that I’d thought there was a point where one would be “finished” curating their wardrobe.
Life changes often for all of us and I wonder now how realistic having a static capsule wardrobe really is for any of us for longer than a two-year interval. Trying to create this idealised collection of garments is a popular undertaking for many people at the moment and I always thought the challenge of maintaining a curated wardrobe would be staying dedicated to a particular style. It never occurred to me that it might be my changing lifestyle that would cause the conflict.
I’m not willing to let go of my stilettos or my beautiful silk dresses because they’re still relevant to my taste. If they go unworn for another year or more then I may need to rethink why I am holding onto them. But it seems that as long as our lives evolve, so too do our wardrobes – we’ll never not be curating.
Have any of you created a capsule wardrobe that’s withstood the test of time? Did you find yourself having to constantly edit it? If so, was it due to style changes or lifestyle changes?