When my closet bulges, it doesn't mean I have too much money. Even Sherlock probably couldn't figure out a woman's closet, but if he could he would see more than one issue.
In mine, as I've mentioned, I'm hard to fit. So I buy something that will have to do while I keep looking for a better fit. One fashion guru was bemoaning the clothes with tags still on, but I knew when I bought the Almost Right pants that even they would be gone if I hesitated in the store. Too often, I didn't find the Just Right pants. So I'm wearing the Almost Rights.
Enter Fear of Lousy Alternations. A bad car repair could leave me calling Triple A. Toothache - we know who to call. But if a so-called tailor ruins my jeans, there's nobody to call. On the other hand, if I never have them altered, they hang there being Clutter. It's okay to ask people if they know a good alterations tailor.
Did I mention that if by some miracle I try on a pair of pants that fit, I should get out my wallet pronto. I found a pair of knit pants that fit on the same day I found a pair of dark blue crops that were almost perfect. Luckily, I bought them. I wore those cotton knits every day in post-surgery rehab because they were compatible with the huge brace, and I could put them on myself.
Now, if Sherlock discovers them in my closet, he won't see any dust on them. I wear the knit and the dark blue in rotation all the time in my new home state. They are neutral and low-key enough that no one notices how often I wear them.
The moral: if it really fits, it's useful and neutral, and you aren't oversupplied with the same type, don't wait around til someone else buys it.
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