I have NOTHING to wear!?!

Okay, not really but it’s exactly how I’m feeling right now, and it’s not even fashion week.

I took this as a sign that it was time to really give my closet a good detox.

This translated into making my boyfriend suffer as I pulled out every single piece of clothing I owned that was either on a hanger, folded (a towering stack of jeans) or came in pairs (shoes), holding them up, trying them on and deciding between YES and NO (Similar to that scene in Sex and the City when Carrie cleans out her closet, except there was less champagne. Fine. There wasn’t any champagne).

The result? I sold or donated everything that didn’t fit, was too trendy, too worn out and invested in a new pair of black trousers that I’ve already worn more times than all of the things I got rid of combined.

I’m making it my new mantra to buy quality, simple, classic pieces going forward. I know my morning routine will thank me when I can’t decide what to wear and I remember the perfect black trousers/black dress/white tee/mens button down waving hello from the closet.