I Don’t Want To Do Anything Anymore

I post a lot about the things I acquire but not so much about my deacquisitioning. I’m currently in the middle of a month long purge. I am starting by getting rid of clothing and I thought I’d share some examples of the things I’m letting go and the reasons why I am refining them.

The first example is this Marni x Uniqlo puffy vest. Emotionally, I get caught up on the FOMO of these fast fashion/designer collaborations. Marni is one of my favourite and snagging these value priced versions is one of the only ways I can afford them. But at the end of the day I’m a never cold and this puffer makes me uncomfortably sweaty. And because it’s puffy, it takes up way too much closet space. It’s gotta go

The same logic applies to this Hudson’s Bay Jacket. I love its minimalist architecture but it’s too darn hot. Since I bought this and the Marni puffer, I have sworn off any garments made with synthetic materials. I just can’t breathe in them. Best they find a new home with someone who is not hot all the time.

I’m a little more on the fence about rehoming this vintage Montreal Canadiens melton bomber jacket. I have long wanted a cool varsity jacket and this one is wool (and therefore breathable), fits perfectly and is flattering. It’s just that I’m not much of a sports team-type gal. I have listed it for a lot of money in the hopes that it doesn’t sell.

Because I am trying to be eco-conscious about downsizing (as opposed to outsourcing my guilt about overconsumption by dropping them off at the Value Village), rehoming clothes can be time consuming and exhausting. So I also sold some true vintage pieces, like these old overalls, to one of my favourite second hand shops, Mrs. Huizenga. I have a hard time passing up any pre-1970s pieces when I find them in the wild even if they don’t fit. I hang onto these things way too long in some secret hope that I’ll lose a lot of inches and they will miraculously become flattering. I have more than enough pretty things to wear. Let these finds brighten somebody else’s day!

I must admit that having a cluttered closet is mentally oppressive. It also provides a habitat for my most hated enemy, the moth. I’ve still got a ways to go in my quest for a more rational wardrobe, and I won’t lie, it has been exhausting. But I do feel like a can breathe a little better.