Mornings in my house tend to start and end the same way every day.
They start with me hitting the snooze button one too many times.
They end with me standing in front of my wardrobe five minutes before it’s time to leave, cursing that I have nothing to wear.
Then I usually run out the door in some outfit I dug out of the dirty clothes hamper and growl at A-Rob over the irony of him owning more pants than me.
Shopping for clothes is a necessary evil in my world.
I don’t hate it per se, I just don’t choose to do it in my free time. And then there’s the whole thing about me not liking to spend money. As a result, my wardrobe is often shy of adequate, especially on days when I don’t wake up early enough to iron.
But because nudity is generally frowned up on in my office, I’ll often carve out marathon shopping days twice a year, once in the spring, and once in the fall. This way I can stock up on seasonal essentials all at once and come to work fully clothed.
I finished one such shopping trip last month. I had the day off of work, so I hit up a few malls and thankfully had good luck (that’s not always the case).
But as I was driving home that day, even though I’d added some great new pieces to my collection, my mind was still making lists of more things I needed.
I need some more cardigans, preferably colorful ones.
I need another pair of pants.
I need a grey blazer.
I need some leggings (do people still wear leggings?).
And then it occurred to me, I don’t need anything else.
I mean, I could still stand to have a few more pieces, couldn’t we all? But I bet if I figured out every possible outfit I had with all the various mixing possibilities, I could make it to spring without feeling clothing deprived.
So the very next day, I did just that. I laid out every single item of clothing I had and tried on as many possible combinations I could come up with until passing out from needing lunch.
And to document the winning outfits I photographed them with my iPhone. It’s been a month since doing this exercise and I still have a back log of several outfits I’ve yet to wear. Every Sunday night I plan out the next few days of clothing, sometimes pulling out my phone if I need a refresher on my options. And if it’s a piece that needs to be ironed, I make a mental note to get up a few minutes earlier that day.
Amazingly enough, there’s been a lot less growling from me in the mornings. And I’m going to work in clothes (clean ones!) I feel good about, which really shouldn’t make such a big difference but it totally does.
It’s kind of the same concept as meal planning, really. Without a plan, you’re more likely spend money on takeout because you “have nothing to eat in the house.” Or, “nothing to wear in your closet.” But with an organized effort, you realize you have more than you think.
In general I’m not much of a planner, but this is one area where a little forethought goes a long way.