“This may shock you but I have a lot of clothes,” I announced to my
fashion friend over the phone recently. “You’re kidding” she shot back
sarcastically. “So that’s what all those coloured things hanging in
your giant wardrobe are. Who knew?” “No, seriously,” I persisted, “I’ve
decided I’m going to wear my clothes.”
This conversation was not as bizarre as it sounds. You see, I’ve
recently had a seismic shift in my fashion world because I started working from home. Not going into the office every day, not being on the
front line of fashion, not working surrounded by the next season’s
trends and the trendy people who are already wearing them has rocked my wardrobe. I
haven’t bought anything new for almost 12 weeks.
Mentally, I’m cool with this shopping hiatus because I find it hard to get excited about buying winter clothes anyway. Practically, it’s forced me to style from my existing wardrobe which is surprisingly fun because I own many things I’ve barely worn. This is because I’ve discovered something significant about my fashion self: I’m a saver not a wearer.
When I buy something new, I won’t wear it. Instead, I’ll smuggle it into the house, hang it up quickly and hide all evidence (tag/receipt/bag). I’ll look at it fondly but I won’t try it on. I won’t wear it the next day. Or even that weekend. In fact, I probably won’t wear it for weeks, even months and sometimes never. Why? Because I’m saving it. For what? I have no bloody idea. Possibly for the perfect occasion although what that occasion is remains unclear.
This delayed gratification is unusual because I’m an instant gratifier in every other aspect of my life. I like things immediately if not sooner. I order dessert before the last bite of dinner has been swallowed. I read my gossip magazines before the newsagent has even handed me my change. But with clothes, I’m forever on hold. It’s not unusual for me to get dressed in the morning, decide I love my outfit and then take it off to “save” it for a more important day; a day when I’ll need it more or when its fabulousness will be more meaningful or necessary.
I thought everyone was like this until I mentioned it to SHOP’s editor, Kerrie, who thought I was bonkers. She thinks people who save new clothes are the same type who hoard all their Easter eggs and eat them bit by bit so they last a month, instead of gobbling them up over two days. This doesn’t apply to me personally because I am a gobbler of all chocolate but there’s truth in her theory.
Kerrie is a wearer, not a saver (a good quality to have when you’re editing a fashion magazine). “When I buy something new, I wear it straight away – that night preferably – and then as often as possible until two weeks later I hate the sight of it and never wear it again.”