I have always found the idea of a capsule wardrobe to be appealing.
I am one of those people who never feels like they have anything to wear.
Even among a sea of perfectly
I guess it is more the paradox of choice.
Too many choices weighs you down. Down to the point of feeling empty.
Like you have nothing
even when everything is staring you right in the face.
A capsule wardrobe eliminates choice.
Just the endless choice that debilitates us as we stand wide eyed and empty
into the all consuming dark pit
of our closets.
I have a tendency to fill my closet up.
Fill it up with things I only
A sale dress from that boutique I really can't afford.
3 t-shirts, a bathing suit cover up, and new sandals
from a Target
It is as if the act of filling it up
is supposed to
make me feel whole. Put together.
Not. A. Single. Piece. Missing.
Or out of place.
But really a full closet of only half loved things, leaves you right back where you started -
naked and empty.
What appeals to me most about a capsule wardrobe is the idea of
The idea of removing everything mindless and
Leaving you with only the things you love.
Only what you love.
That is all that remains.
Can we apply this same idea to life?
Subtracting the unnecessary.
Leaving us with only
the things we love?
Because doesn't a space only partially full
of things we love
than a space filled up
with things we hardly like?