Exercising Restraint

I have been in major clean-out mode lately. Looking at my closet, I realize there are things I own but never wear (mostly because they are not flattering to me or I’ve had them for so long that they don’t suit my current lifestyle). They are just taking up space in my closet and in my life. By the same token, I feel that there are some things I need to make my wardrobe more complete. (I HATE shopping for specific events at the last minute, because I always feel that I end up settling for something less than ideal. I would much rather reach for the perfect ensemble that’s already residing in my wardrobe.)

A few days ago I made a trip to a local consignment store with some items that are beautiful, but no longer have a place in my life. I may have been there to drop off, but that did not stop my eye from wandering over to the racks. This particular store gets a lot of fabulous designer clothes, and lo and behold, I spotted IT: a gorgeous Trina Turk Baltra Coachella dress in my size at an amazing price.

Trina Turk Baltra Coachella Dress














I’m sure you can imagine how quickly that dress was in my hands and on the way to the dressing room. The experience in the dressing room was disappointing, to say the least. This dress, which had been gorgeous in the fashion magazines and was gorgeous on the hanger, was the wrong proportion for my body. I wish I could say that I immediately realized it was wrong, took it off, and went on with my day. But no, there I stood in the dressing room, trying to convince myself that it would look better if I was just a touch thinner or if I was wearing some strappy high heeled sandals. Finally I came to my senses and realized that this would be another item that would sit in my closet unworn, and frankly I don’t want to part with my money in order to have a beautiful dress that’s only admired in the depths of my closet. I want everything I own to be worn and loved and make me look my best.

The Trina Turk dress was not the only item I had to walk away from that day. There were also three lovely Lilly Pulitzer cashmere sweaters in varying shades of sherbert priced at a mere $18 each, but unfortunately there were all a size too small for me (even at my thinnest), so they had to be left behind. Lest you think I was completely well behaved, let me assure you that I did not come home empty handed. There is a gorgeous, flattering Tory Burch top ( which was acquired for a song) now residing in my closet. This item will definitely see the light of day.

Why is it so difficult to admit when an article of clothing is all wrong? Am I the only one with this problem?