Spring Wardrobe Re-Organising
Do you feel that?
On Friday (24rd March 2023) the sun shone bright and warm on my face, and I took a moment to bask in it; sucked in a deep breath of early spring air and with it an overwhelming desire to clean my house and organise my wardrobe washed over me.
If you live in England or anywhere like it, you know that when the opportunity arises to take in a bit of sun you grab it; you grab it with both hand, 10 toes and squeeze every ounce of enjoyment out of it – because unlike some of our neighbouring European counties, our sunny days are few and far between. So, when the sun came out, I took it as a sign to crawl up my loft ladder and lug my two clear plastic boxes containing my summer clothes out of their hiding places.
Right, it’s time to roll up my sleeves and sort through what still will fits my post-Christmas dinner, Valentine’s Day chocolates and Mother’s Day brunch bod; what is soo last year and needs to go back till it makes a come back in a few years, and what I’ve missed so much I’m actually going to skip a few cheeseburgers to fit back in to.
This sorting process is such an emotional and underappreciated labour. My clothes carry so much memories for me. My baby blue shorts carry memories of me rolling around in the fresh summer grass of my local park with my son, back when he thought I was more entertaining that his video games; my orange strapless dress with the yellow polka dots remind me of when my daughter used to think I was her influencer. Oh, and the white pixie dress with soft blue flowers, that came up just blow my thighs was how I nabbed my husband. I keep promising myself this year is the year I will fit back into it – but never do. Maybe next year.
This is one of my favourite parts of spring. Looking through my clothes and getting ready to welcome them back into my wardrobe.
Now that I’m reorganising my wardrobe I find myself feeling appreciative of the strong, sturdy and reliable items in my home; those essential tools and accessories that I use year in year out. Like having streamline, velvety soft hangers like DECASSA’s to neatly store my chunky bomber winter coats from TKMaxx, and my delicate spring dresses, like my ‘husband-pulling’ white pixy dress with the soft blue flowers from Cider, really does make a stressful chore like organising my clothes, into a smooth and easy pass time; which allows me to focus more on reminiscing than getting hung up on broken miss-match hangers. I go through hangers like that *clicks fingers*, and I suppose it’s not something we really think about, but when it comes down to it, good quality hangers like the ones from DECASSA are the type of regular fixtures in my home that stand the test of time.