I adore clothes. Both my closet and a large portion of the surrounding floor space are a testament to that. My lack of self control, paired with a job that forces me to be around beautiful garments all day, means I acquire more than I should and more than I have room for. At some point I will have to pay Alabama Chanin for working here.
My morning routine usually consists of two or three outfit changes. And if I’m getting ready for a special occasion- forget it; it’s going to take a while. At least that was the norm before Agnes, my daughter, came onto the scene. Life with a tiny human that refused to sleep quickly put showering in the luxury category and landed multiple wardrobe changes nowhere near the radar.
So, when Agnes was brand new, I decided to borrow a page from the Uniform Project, which I think is so inspiring. I’d been wearing a sample of our fitted tank dress about three days a week, so I thought this might have potential to be my new “uniform.” I bought a second tank dress in black, like the first one. I would wash my dress in the sink during my nightly routine then hang it to dry. It was always ready to go by morning. I even had a spare for days that left me too exhausted to wash and hang.
I didn’t make it an entire year. Agnes started sleeping through the night and I found myself eyeballing the next set of samples a little too lustfully. But, I did enjoy almost three blissful months of a somewhat monastic wardrobe. I never felt out of place, under, or over dressed.
It’s amazing how versatile a garment can be when it feels good and fits well.