Over a week ago, I went to a local store to look for some clothes. I actually did this on purpose. I went into a clothing store to look at in season (regular price) clothing. Most of my tops are not solid colors. They are prints instead in hues of green, blue and yellow or any combination thereof. I told myself I needed a nice cardigan in one of those colors, that I would wear with all I had (I already have white, gray, cream and black and brown cardigans). Not stopping there, I got two cardigans and two solid color shirts to mix and match.
This past weekend I took all four items back for a refund. Buyers remorse, you may ask? Well, yes and no. As I was doing some seasonal work and decluttering my closet (Hey folks, its Dallas in March), I suddenly realized a couple things.
I realized that I really, truly, don't need anything else. I have enough clothing to go a week and a half, generally. I realize some of you may have less, but I'm an "I'll do the laundry when I think of it" kind of person. To the point that my husband and children rescued their own laundry years and years ago. If there was something I needed (a dress for a summer formal wedding) I would buy it without remorse. But I have five spring/summer cardigans and I live in Dallas. Really, need I say more? In another month those cardigans will be saved for church and movie air conditioning.
I also realized that my retirement/work at home lifestyle has led me to a completely different wardrobe place than before-and I absolutely love it. These days my life is extremely casual most of the time. Once I throw on a pair of flood or yoga pants, a silky shirt or tunic, earrings and lip gloss (thank god for very short hair), I'm ready to go from morning to night (most of the time). My days consist of art and German classes, sewing, flea marketing and volunteering. My evenings consist of meeting friends, the occasional movie or book group and dinner out once in awhile. Sure, I still have a few things that would be consider church/fine restaurant/meeting attire, but a few is all I need. Gone is the need for dress for success clothing, interview clothing, meeting my husband's clients clothing and the like. And frankly, being an artist/quilter/cooker with two dogs, my clothing has to be of a price level that will not make me cry if oil pant hit. This, ladies ( and gents) is one of the best parts of retirement.
Rarely am I unsatisfied. When it happens, I generally am able to take care of the issue. If I really wanted the sweaters, I would be looking at the local thrift and consignment stores. Eventually I would find a bright colored cardigan for ten dollars instead of fifty. On this occasion, I realize I'm satisfied right where I am.
Sometimes settling for what you have is limiting. On the other hand, sometimes just the opposite is true. If you look at what is available, do some organizing and rethink usage-well, anything is possible.