But the main reason for the clean out is is because a supposedly dried up creek runs under that part of the house (potential purchasers of our house, stop reading now) and my clothes tend to get damp, which annoys me no end. I have to keep moving things around so that things don't get ruined.
Like everyone else, I could easily do with more closet space. I could also do with better light in my wardrobe area. So much so that whenever I clean it out I always find things I forgot I had or which I in fact couldn't see. I am still looking for my favourite black cardigan. ....As I keep saying, if I had more closet space, I would buy fewer clothes, because I would be able to clearly see what I own.
If there is one type of story I loathe reading, it those ones about celebrity closets. True, I am a little envious. But there is something almost obscene, and at the every least, vulgar, about these women sitting in front of their 1000s of pairs of shoes, Louis Vuitton bags in every colour and pairs of jeans for every day of the year. They may as well have 'I make a ludicrous amount of money' or 'I get given lots of free stuff' tattooed on their forehead. I have some forgiveness for those who work in fashion, as that is obviously a perk of the job. But for the likes of Ms Hilton, Carey and Alba, to quote my daughter 'stop it I do not like it'.
(a wardrobe by NY designer Robert Couturier)
(Kimora Lee Simmons' closet)
(Roomdrobe of Jenna Lyons from J Crew)
Anyway, taking a tip from the ever tasteful Kimora Lee Simmons (see above), I put all the coloured knits I discovered buried in the deep recesses in a nice little pile. And to prove the point it is evident to me that I tend to just buy the same pinky coloured knits over and over.
And then I found these Bruno Magli snakeskin pumps I bought in London in 2001 when we went to a friend's wedding. Those were carefree happy days. These are a bit banged up but still look pretty nice I think.
And then much more excitingly, I found this croc or snake skin bag which belonged to my long dead grandmother, Olive. It still has a cinema ticket from 1978 in the side pocket. I can imagine her, fully hatted and becardiganned, off to the city to see something appropriate for an older lady, maybe the film of the Agatha Christie book 'Death on the Nile'.
That reminds me of the time my aunt took me to see the Bo Derek film '10' when it came out in Australia in 1979. I should mention that I was barely 11 years old. I could feel her stiffen beside me when the naughty bits came on. She probably should have checked the reviews beforehand. But in those days it was much harder! I think she may have even said to me afterwards 'It might be best if we don't mention this film to your mother, okay?'
So anyway, now my spring clothes are out and proud, and waiting, waiting for some spring weather in rainy, cold Melbourne.
(Images: (1) Robert Couturier (2) Elle Decor (3) Instyle.com (4) via Habitually Chic)