The other day the Goddess told me it was time to switch my wardrobe from summer to winter.
Now, some people have been doing that forever. Packing vast closets full of bikinis and sundresses away to make room for wools and sweatshirts. Shunning sandals for slip-ons. My closet has never had that kind of variety. Depending on my situation (and my body heat index) I can wear sweaters in the summer and sleeveless T’s in the winter.
But I digress.
I don’t have a lot of clothes to switch between. One closet does it. Actually one bin does it. But the last few years I’ve been working on a wardrobe change to clothes that both fit better and reflect the semi-bohemian me I want to embrace. That means more clothes have been going to GoodWill than ever before. Of course, I’ve been bringing back clothes from there as well.
Again I digress.
Packing away some of my flowy gauzy summer dresses, I became a bit sad. I didn’t really wear many of my BoHo, soft, swimmy clothes this year. Being retired since last November, I’ve had no reason to dress up. This summer Covid19 had put a squash on any summer gatheriengs I dared to dream about.
No art fairs to wear my white and flowered Indian-sh gauze dress and wide brimmed hat. No evening concerts to wear my long black sleeveless lightweight dress and beaded shawl. No weddings to wear my sparkling parrots dress, no dinners with hubby on verandas with magnificent views, clad in a flowered long skirt and semi-sparkly top.
Just when I was determined to finally be ME, free of caring about what others thought of what I wore, comfortable yet special, I once again found a reason not to do it.
Oh, you say, clothing doesn’t make the woman. Her spirit does. I’m not going down the esoteric path today — I’m going down the woe-is-womanhood path.
I had so many plans for this summer and fall. I wanted to start taking a class (free for seniors) at the local university. I wanted to finally go to a live Shakespeare play at an outdoor pavilion an hour or so away. I wanted to wander through the Art Fair on the Square in Madison, finding new artists for my blog, fighting 90 degree temps with a blueberry vodka slush.
Packing away my fun summer clothes made me think how much I’ve missed, and how those opportunities, if they return, will be so different next time around.
Of course, I did keep out the dirty sneakers and stained jean capris I wore when I went camping with the kids. I didn’t touch the half rack of sweatshirts I’ll wear when I go for walks in the chill of evening. I will still hang up my t-shirts with the uni-kitty and leprechaun waving hello and the “This is my awesome Grandma Halloween costume” and the one that says “I park diagonally in a parallel park universe.” I can still wear bling with my University of Wisconsin sweatshirt and my all-season dark print leggings.
After all, I’m always looking at new artists and reappreciating the older ones while I wander through the art gallery; I’m listening to live concerts through my computer as I write, and can have a glass on wine with my hubby on the patio whenever I choose.
Clothing doesn’t make the woman. Neither does her location.
Her spirit and imagination makes does.
13 thoughts on “Rearranging My Closet”
Ha! If not now — when?
Maybe Now you can wear those fabulous BoHo garments, now that going places is permitted.
You and I are on the same wavelength! I really wanted to spend the next few years seeing places I’d only dreamt of. I think you and I have to hold on … we’ll go. Just not right away. And I got rid of most — now that I think of it– all — of my work clothes too. Hold on!
I had such hopes for 2020 I retired and got my passport. Plans to travel are on hold. Fortunately gardening and walking have kept me in shape and my remaining clothes continue to fit. I donated my work clothes when I retired.
I hope I can FIT into my wardrobe next year! 😝
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Mine too! Now that I’m retired I have no use for office clothes. I still like a little dress up now and then, a little BoHo. And I don’t need to dress up when I’m writing.
I wouldn’t know what to do with all that space … but I’d like to find out! Thank you forthe share! ❤
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I rarely wore any winter gear, it was quite a warm winter this year… how I would love a closet like the one you posted.. such a dream…
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My closet is filled with “office clothes” that fit my pre-covid body, not this one. I’ve really let my style go the last year, and since I paint every day, everything is splattered with paint, or has holes, not a sight to see!
Your summer wardrobe sounds beautiful. I hope it gets full use next year!
Ha! I found it at Milwaukee IrishFest a number of years ago. It was — and still is — sooooo me!
We really didn’t get to wear our summer things much this year but at least in Spain, I have a couple more months to get some wear out of them. Comfort has been the objective this year. I have a number of things that never get put away as they can work in any season. Tell me, where does one get a “I park diagonally in a parallel park universe.” T-shirt??