A Minimalist Moment: Wardrobe Unbound

The good news is that I’m back working in the public library system I left last year. I’ve reincarnated as a substitute at the reference desks of various branches throughout the city. Each one is a little different, in size, culture and persona.

The bad news is I don’t have anything to wear.

Truthfully.

Backing up a bit, I had entered the spring season after my 3-month fling with Project 333 considerably parred down. And the love affair with the versatile but boring black and grey ensembles left me craving color and vibrance.

Reminds me of one summer in my 20s when I set off on a road trip through the southwest with four Dutch students (don’t ask) in my 1964 VW Bug. After a one-day excursion across the border into Mexico, three of us came down with the worst stomach bug I’ve ever had in my life, all while surviving in tents in a west Texas KOA camp. In July.

I couldn’t eat for days. When we reached Corpus Christi, where I had planned to stuff myself with as much gulf coast shrimp as humanly possible, I could barely stand to look at tartar sauce much less seafood.

But by golly, I looked good in that bikini.

Anyway, when I got home, a good ten pounds or more lighter, I made the mistake of immediately heading to the supermarket for groceries. There, I bought every fructose-laden, fatty, overly processed food I could carry out of the store. My body screamed for boxes of Captain Crunch and powdered donuts while I sat stuffing myself into a sugar coma.

Well, the same thing happened when I came off the Project 333 diet. I was attracted to this season’s romantic but not-so-work-appropriate festive hippie skirts and see-through peasant blouses like a moth to flame.

There have been countless years when the current styles left me cold. But no, this had to be the year for boho chic’s comeback.

I’m becoming better informed about where items are made. I’ve acquainted myself with conscientious upcycled Etsy shops and stalk the web for organic, fair trade clothing. Instead of just giving, I’m actually buying from Goodwill.

But it is so hard to pass by the displays selling carefree youth, albeit factory-made with a whiff of wrinkle-retardant. It is an illusion and I know it. But tell this to my nonconformist, freedom-loving spirit that longs for the rush of jumping into my old VW with the beaten-out fenders to drive off with no plan or timeline, orange-haired troll doll swinging wildly from the rearview mirror.

Anyway, I fell off the wagon and bought some stuff I probably shouldn’t have this spring and summer. Surreptitiously, from sales racks and even in the men’s department. I’ve knit a couple of unnecessary items in brilliant colors of the sea. Part of me feels guilty because they aren’t practical. Because they don’t go with everything else.

I’ve justified the little sprees by citing my uniforms for work. Since I’m a sub with sporadic work schedules, I can get away with wearing the same items all summer. I have two outfits: a couple pairs of cropped pants in basic beige and dark brown, and two conservative tops (which I’ve worn for years).

This was all well and good until last week when I put in six full days, mostly at the same branch. It’s either feast or famine in the sub business. I had to pull out (literally) all the tricks for variety by supplementing my uniform with a long gathered skirt here, and a filmy cotton blouse there. There may have been some borderline color-clashing going on, some extra deodorant needed.

But I survived. I don’t think I offended anyone. My sense of style and confidence still need a lot of work — a Diane Keaton I am not.

Most important is when I open the closet door to greet these friends, old and new, when I touch their hangers and pull the beautiful fabric of rainbows into my arms, they make my soul sing.

What is there is what I love.

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “A Minimalist Moment: Wardrobe Unbound

  1. Catquillman

    You have a great tone for yr pieces.. The hardest thing abt blogging , I have only observed is that you can sick of what can become complaining ( wanted to use another word but I’m writing on 3rd grade level these days). I know its what made eat,drink and p book a success! You have got to write a novel or memoir !!

    1. suburbansatsangs

      Great to hear from you, Cathy. I doubt my life is that interesting, but I’m always trying to see the humor in my situations. Lord knows we need more of it these days! Hope your summer has been a good one.

  2. You’ve really described the problem many of us have with limiting our wardrobes: it feels like a change of seasons ignites a desire for new colour/texture/shapes. Maybe we’re more visual or some such? I do admire folks who are happy with their simplified clothing recipes, but clothes can be fun for me. You, too, it sounds like! (Hey, we can say we’re “more sensuous”, or something equally desirable-sounding.) Take a look at the blog advancedstyle(dot)blogspot.com sometime. I want to be that kind of fabulous when I’m truly old!

    1. suburbansatsangs

      I like your insight into the minimalist wardrobe and think you’ve nailed my dilemma on the head. I’m aiming for a small, comfortable selection that isn’t boring to me. Sensuous is good. Don’t know if it’s attainable, but I’ll give it a try. What a great website you mentioned! Looks like the grand dames aren’t afraid of color, either. Thanks for commenting!

  3. I have the same problem — the same basics over and over leave me craving some adventure. But I’m thinking of taking my own bright pieces and making them “signature pieces” (it’s in quotes because I don’t know if I can say that with a straight face). I love color too much, and I don’t mind being seen in variations on the same outfit. We’ll see.

    1. suburbansatsangs

      Thanks for stopping by. I really enjoy your blog, Christine, and learn a great deal from your helpful tips and insight. Glad to know I’m not the only one struggling with a limited wardrobe. And I like the idea of adventure — with our clothes selection!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s