I’VE NEVER BEEN VERY GOOD
at decluttering. When it comes to my home, especially my wardrobe, I’ve always been more of a “cellar it, and see” type of girl. “You never know when canary yellow silk might come back into fashion,” I tell my mother-in-law earnestly. She is an absolute rock star at decluttering and is always on hand whenever I need help with a major purge.
A couple of years back, I had a brief fling with the Marie Kondo approach. For the uninitiated, it’s all about letting go of things that no longer spark joy. I went Kondo crazy, donating at least 50 per cent of the contents of our house to The Cat Protection Society.
For a few months, it was heaven. Cupboards closed obediently, doors slid shut smoothly and my pantry was so sparse, I could almost rent it as a room on Airbnb. But then I started going looking for my stuff. Things I’d always loved, things I wanted to bring back into circulation. Much to my dismay, they were gone for good. Why am I telling you all this? Because it was my imminent January closet clear-out that inspired our wardrobe special (p103). If only I had an amazing walk-in wardrobe, then I wouldn’t have to cull at all!
For now, it’s a pipe dream. So this month I’m going to try a new approach to culling. This time, I’m going to move more slowly, and be a little more mindful about why I bought the things in the “chuck” pile in the first place. Because as cleansing as a feverish cull can be, surely the real lesson is in recognising what you never really needed in the first place.