A couple of weeks ago, Megan and I popped over to Rappahannock for some crazy good squid, fish, and gelato then stood in line for a bit for Quirk’s pink-themed one-year rooftop party (both in varying shades of neutrals and black). But not before I’d stood in my closet for 30 minutes while our Uber was on the way, totally dismayed by my lack of options.
When three pairs of Rag & Bone cutoffs in three basic colors are the common denominator of every outfit you’ve worn for the past four months, temps in the upper sixties (too cold for shorts, too warm for jeans) + a normal social situation (a meal out at marginally fancy place) = enough to make you reconsider your entire wardrobe.
[St Lucia concert!]
Luckily, I have the wherewithal and financial paranoia to look at this as an opportunity to sub in a few new common denom’s, rather than more multipliers and dividers. When everything in your closet prompts you to say “So cute with, like, black cut offs and a belt,” what does the trick when fall rolls around and cutoffs are off the proverbial table? (And do you even care?)
Probably not, but for me, a white silk camisole, two timeless black dresses—including this cutie from Joie with some pleats and layers that I’m pretty sure I could wear in photos from now until 2021 and no one would notice—and a black leather skirt (stay tuned) have made the last few weeks majorly doable. Kind of like those old glasses in my sneaky hate spiral post from, like, a century ago.
Sidebar: I’m still streamlining my entire closet, getting rid of anything that doesn’t easily work with everything else in there with next to no thought required. It’s liberating. If you need an extra push to do this, may I suggest dating someone new and then looking at your closet in terms of how potentially off-putting its clutter is from their perspective? Totes motivating.
[Deets for the cheap seats: Joie dress + Joie sandals + Free People sweater, vintage necklace and belt.]