By Carrie Classon
I am finally moving my clothes back into my closet. The back of my closet was the epicenter of the giant water leak of 2025, where the sprinkler pipe broke and flooded our condo. The leak was directly behind my sizable collection of dresses, and so all of those dresses — along with every other piece of clothing I own — have been stashed in odd places around the house. But now that I am finally able to move all my clothing back to its rightful spot, I am faced with the unavoidable question: Do I really need all these clothes? To be fair (to myself), nearly all my clothes were purchased from a consignment shop, and I didn’t spend a lot on them. But the fact remains that I own more clothes than I need. So, I took out a duffle bag for the charity clothing store and I took a long and hard look at the clothes I have never worn. There are some things I keep purely for sentiment: the jacket my aunt sewed for herself as a young career woman, the woolen robe that made my sister-in-law’s eyes look so blue when she wore it during her final days, the green velvet dress my mother wore as a bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding. None of these clothes will likely ever be worn. But surely, in a large closet, there is a little room for impractical things with strong memories. Then there are the “Seriously, what was I thinking?” clothes. For about 15 minutes one day, I thought I would look good in a sparkly leopard skin print dress — if no one saw me. Bye-bye! Then there are more practical dresses that are simply not flattering. I keep trying them on, hoping something has changed. Today was a good day to admit, “This dress will always make me look like a 50-pound sack of beans,” and put it in the donation duffle. I packed them all up — the practical dresses that didn’t look good on me, the crazy dresses I should never have bought. And I still have a lot of dresses. There are dresses that have only been worn one Christmas Eve or to a single theater performance. It is not reasonable to think I would wear any of them often. But I will wear them again. I treasure these fancy dresses and tuck them away, next to my sentimental clothes. But there are still more dresses: dresses I have never worn. I have heard the term “motivational buying,” where people buy clothes in a smaller size to inspire them to lose weight. I don’t think this sounds like a good idea. But I don’t dismiss the idea of a little aspirational buying. Because the unworn dresses in my closet feel like promises to myself, waiting to be fulfilled. Someday, I will be asked to go somewhere in that sparkly dress. I will enjoy having something made of velvet on a cold winter day. I will feel confident saying a few words in public wearing that bright pink dress. I have no idea what these occasions might be, or if they will ever exist. But the thought of having clothes in my closet to wear to my imaginary event makes that event feel more possible, more imminent. And so, my closet still holds unworn dresses. I would love to say that — having packed up all the discarded dresses — I will enjoy my extra closet space. But the truth is, I know I’ll soon be buying more dresses. And that makes me very happy. Till next time, Carrie
Read More Details
Finally We wish PressBee provided you with enough information of ( The Postscript: Unworn dresses )
Also on site :
- Ministry of Economy Establishes the Syrian-Canadian Business Council
- Today’s NYT ‘Strands’ Hints, Spangram and Answers for Friday, July 4
- Beloved ‘60s Icon, 75, Dazzles London Event in Chic Pink Blazer and High-Top Sneakers