Yesterday’s game… the ten capsule wardrobe… was a tough one…
I failed miserably… missing out on many of the practicals as well as the pleasures.
The truth is I don’t think I could live permanently with ten items of clothing… well of course I would if it were necessary…
But I don’t think I want to.
I learned that about myself and from your comments I think you feel the same…
We women, in varying degrees, love our fashion.
We enjoy dressing up and mixing it up…
Am I too bold to suggest that the capsule might take a back seat.
That the minimal wardrobe is best left for weekends and business trips…
After thinking about the minimum… I am now luxuriating in the maximum.
The… you-can-never-have-too-many-of…
Extravagances, indulgences… female whims and passions…
Immediately to mind came…
Bags and shoes… jewellery and scarves…
When was one ever enough?
Coats and jackets… I’m forever tempted by a new shape, a different fabric…
Glasses, both sun and eye… oh that I could stop at one.
Jeans… Would one pair really do me? That would be torture…
The summer could eat up my ‘ten’ with caftans, sun hats and swimming costumes… How could we choose?
What would I do without the crazy caftans that I have collected from my travels?
They are like memorabilia to me… every one tells a tale… refreshes my memory…
and the ‘little black dress’…
Do we really ever stop at one? Aren’t they all that little bit different?
How many times have you told yourself, “no more black”… only to come home with yet another little piece of noir.
I am all for streamlining the wardrobe, shopping our closets and travelling light… but I don’t think the female in me can resist a few extravagances…
And if you can… you have my utmost admiration… xv
