ROOM FOR A PONY

Uh oh. I may have just come up against the limitations of my decluttering blog. I actually don’t have this problem, so I don’t know if I can be of any help in this area.

I could tell you that I keep my wardrobe under control by being frugal and organized, and claim to be all zen and everything like that, but in truth, the only reason I am successful in the area of wardrobe control is because the clothing lobe of my brain is really small. (The pen and pencil lobes are much, much larger.) [see Fig.A]

Fig. A: Note the limited size of the lobe designated to apparel.

I have discovered that once I reach a certain critical mass of clothing items, they will sit there unworn while I forget I have them. Any garment that doesn’t fit into my field of vision at a single glance will not be making its way onto my body.

Trying to figure out what to wear is the most stressful part of my day. I want to look reasonably good, but I don’t want to deal with it. Therefore I own just a few items of apparel that all sort of go together that I mix and match.

Unfortunately, I am unequipped to advise on how to fight back the urge to shop. My entering a clothing store is an event that can only come about with the assistance of a team of coaches — one to drive me to the location, one to open the door, one to push me inside, a couple more to run around and fetch me things and bring them to me to try on in the awful little room of mirrors. If I didn’t have Lindi and some nieces, I’d be down to a pair of mismatched pajamas with holes by now.

Oh well. At least here’s one area of life in which I’m not a greedy pig.