How much is too much?
Isabelle O'Carroll writes...
The clocks may not have gone back yet but last weekend I sorted through my wardrobe putting away all the summer dresses, patterned skirts and vest tops and taking down my winter coats.
I soon realised this was going to be a mammoth task when I remembered I still had a second laundry basket full of clothes lurking in the depth of my cupboards!
After hours of sorting, chucking and tidying my wardrobe finally came to some sense of order but it made me realise just how many clothes I own. Even after removing my summer skirts I have twenty pairs of skirts, and I shudder to count the rest.
To use computer speak the sheer amount of internal memory that having an enormous wardrobe requires is formidable. In a dream world I would have a wardrobe PA who could sort my laundry into handwash, machine and dry clean, send my sewing pile to the tailors and ruthlessly chuck out anything tatty and ratty. Or perhaps my clothes could come with a built-in expiry date Logan's Run style. So say, after 7 years of ownership they would teleport themselves to the nearest charity shop and I wouldn't even be able to mourn their loss.
If you're the owner of a gargantuan wardrobe you'll be familiar with the sinking sense of dread that accompanies opening any old laundry bags as you finger through clothes you thought were long gone. Clothes and shoes that were meant to be eBayed long ago fester in the back of my wardrobe taunting me and my lazyness.
A part of me wants to get rid of it all and start anew, as there does seem to be much room for twee floral '60s dresses in today's early '90s influenced goth chic trend climate. On the other I could make like ex-POP editor Katie Grand and never through another item away, but I'm not sure I could afford the £2,500 dry cleaning bill should I succumb to moths!
Do you have a mammoth wardrobe which defies human brainpower, and how do you deal with it? Or are you a minimalist who revels in the constraints of a simple wardrobe?