Welcome to I Tried It Month, where we’ll be publishing a new fashion, beauty, or wellness article every day in January that features a first-person account of shaking up an old habit, pushing beyond a comfort zone, or simply trying something new. Follow along for 31 days of storytelling, including everything from going without a cellphone for 40 days to trying the polarizing low-rise pants trend.
There was a point toward the end of last year where a pang of anxiety bolted through me every time I looked at my closet. It was an ongoing reminder of just one more thing on my to-do list that I still hadn’t got around to tackling. Moreover, it distressed me to see this corner of my house in such disarray because this kind of mess isn’t very “me.” You see, I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to cleaning—even with a 2-year-old toddler, where my expectations are low. I somehow always manage to clear up all toys and most mess in our general living areas every night before I tuck into bed. (Otherwise, I can’t sleep.)
As a fashion editor who buys, receives PR, and is generally surrounded by a lot of new clothes, brands, samples, etc., I end up just throwing things in my closet without giving much thought to the matter. And while I used to do regular closet clean-outs, juggling working-mom duties plus a general dip of energy levels and morale in a COVID world meant I let my closet reach a state of chaos that I could not bring myself to confront—until now, that is.
It’s well-known that a clear space equals a clear mind, so at the beginning of January, I made it a priority to clean out at least one small area or section of my closet every day of the month and discard at least one item a day. Not too demanding, right? In fact, once I got stuck in it, it was much easier than I imagined. Below, I wanted to share what types of items I allowed myself to discard (or donate) and how I got my wardrobe—and mind—into a more productive, creative, and clear state.
Keep scrolling to see the discard pile.
This story was published at an earlier date and has since been updated. Up next, I Let My Husband Help Me Clean Out My Closet—Here’s What We Said “See Ya” To