Cleaning Out My Closet

Phewf, what a day! In case you’re wondering why I’m wiping the sweat off my forehead, its because today I chose to clean my closet and finally unpack. The husband and I have been on the move for almost 6 months now, so I decided why even bother unpacking since we are to leave Delhi again in two weeks. Then I opened my closet and the answer was right there. Half my stuff was in my suit case, half my clothes were rolled up in a ball inside my closet, the rest of it was distributed in the guest room wardrobes and even the tack room (aka a store converted to keep all the equestrian stuff which includes a gazillion riding boots, helmets, whips and all sorts of other horsey stuff).

Cleaning your closet is really a harrowing task filled with a lot of labor work, and all sorts of emotions.

Yeah Yeah you must be thinking what on earth does spring cleaning have to do with labor work? Well, imagine a million different silk shirts and delicate dresses all rolled up and crushed, what do you then? Enter my lean mean steam ironing machine! I took each and every one of my silk garments and steam ironed them myself and hung them inside the way they’re supposed to be. Its no wonder I’m always complaining my silk shirts are getting ruined. What did I expect if I toss them so carelessly inside. Another tedious task is when you have to sit and fold each and every one of those tops that cant be hung inside due to lack of space in all your closets combined.  Now you see what I mean by labor work?

Only halfway through the mission!

In terms of emotions, well there are plenty. Overwhelming guilt when you discover all those expensive clothes and shoes you bought and wore them only once or not at all. Then there’s glee when you find one of your favorite dresses that you thought you had lost only to discover it in the junkyard of a closet you have. Finally there’s despair and sadness when you realize those 4 year old Gucci Britt flats that are completely worn out ABSOLUTELY need to be thrown out (I have 3 pairs so you can imagine the grief). Your closet can either be a treasure cove or a junkyard. In my case it was a junkyard.

How cute are my padded hangers?!

Can you see how pink, coral and orange dominate this closet?

So amongst my discoveries was a pair of Agent Provocateur silk pj set that I bought for my honeymoon and forgot about post honeymoon. This discovery was the one that made me happy, of course so did the 3 year old Lacoste tennis dress I love that I found hidden somewhere in there. The following discoveries are the ones that made me feel guilty! Next up was this gorgeous dove grey silk Halston Heritage top circa 2012 (my best friend and I bought the same one) and I wore it only once for like two hours. Then there was this lovely stiff silk top from Max & Co. which I didn't even wear once as was the case with these sky high Brian Atwood heels I purchased online. Okay I didn't realize how high they were and it’s not my fault if all my life I've been wearing size 37 shoes and this particular size 37 seemed just way too big despite adding an insole!

My Halston Heritage Silk Top

My Agent Provocateur PJ's

My favorite Max & Co. top which I've never worn :(

Finally, there was a pair of Giuseppe Zanotti heels which I bought out of pure greed and wore them probably twice (btw I saw the same pair in a yellow in a Vogue issue). Let me tell you something folks, if there were shoes that were pure EVIL, these Zanottis would be it. At a glance they look comfy due to the block heel, but trust me, when you put them on and walk around for even thirty minutes, you want to die. Although I don’t know how they seemed so perfectly comfortable when I wanted to buy them. Oh yes, its because all logic prevails when greed overpowers you.

The gorgeous yet evil shoes!

So finally after two hours of hard labor, my bed is clean again and the husband moved back in the room (he moved into the basement for a few hours as our room was reduced to a pile of clothes and shoes!).

Mission accomplished!!! YAAY!