Oh yes, another outfit with yet another striped top. I suppose the cat is out of the bag; I tend to wear stripes quite often, considering that they make up a large proportion of the tops that I do own. So in a way, you could be grateful that the assault of stripes is not as furious as it could be.
Having blogged for a number of years, under Mademoiselle, pagesixxx, and other names which I appear to have momentarily erased from memory, I’ve always felt so compelled to share with my readers something new, or at least forced myself to combine things I haven’t before to create a seemingly new outfit. Something which is not realistic, unless you have a bottomless bank account. At that time, the amount of clothing in my wardrobe was unmanageable, and I often felt like I had nothing to wear, even as I stood in front of a closet that was bursting at the seams.
I feel like I’ve grown a lot since then, no longer feeling any kind of stigma towards wearing the same outfit twice (although still not sure I could do this two days in a row!), or incorporating the same piece day in and day out. It’s been interesting to note what I gravitate towards the most, and what I don’t, and also recognise how unprepared for winter months my wardrobe actually is – it’s no wonder that I rely on a big coat, gloves, wool beanie and a scarf when venturing outside, and the warmth of a heater when indoors.
It’s a nice change of pace, relishing the familiar and loved, as opposed to the new and unknown in my wardrobe, as I find myself throwing on the same pieces again and again. Not exactly a capsule wardrobe per se, but with enough variety to stop me from becoming bored. I won’t count my chickens, but it could be that the glean of having new things is finally starting to wear off, or not, as I can attest that old habits die hard.