The autumn wind blows open the gate,
O Michael, you, you we await.
We follow you, show us the way.
With joy we greet the autumn day,
Good morning, good morning
And I wonder who is this Michael? And I hear the wind sing:
Michael, God’s great knight,
Strong and pure and shining bright.
It's tough the idea of letting go of anything that has sentimental attachment. But as any mum will tell you getting dressed in the morning is tough. Most of the time I found myself either grabbing the same two things anyway, or wearing something I didn't feel comfortable in. Why was I holding on to all of these clothes?
So last week the charity shop received a bumper donation. I've completely culled back my wardrobe.
My wardrobe now contains:
One pair of dungarees
Three pairs of jeans
Or a grand total of 8 "outfits"
It's not perfect, nor will it ever be. But noticeable improvements on the old system include:
- I can now shop on a one in one out system reducing shopping stress
- I can focus my money on buying quality over mass produced
- This means I can also take the time to find more eco friendly and fairly produced clothing
- Giving stuff to charity makes me feel good
- There's less choice, and choice is stressful
- I value my clothing more
- I'm more likely to repair clothing
- I'm not looking at shopping to fill a void
- My wardrobe is easier to organise
Hurrah! It's September, I love the all changes of season but summer to autumn is probably my favourite. On the allotment there's plenty of food for us to harvest, but no yucky digging. Meaning I can easily take the kids down on my own.
Until real life happened. My babies have both developed colds, resulting in a grumpy toddler and a very much attached new born. Then my husband threw his back out down the allotment. Poor sod can barely walk.
So today. We did something shady, we bough convenience food. I caved. It was pretty stupid because
A- I don't feel good about it ethically speaking
B- it didn't provide my family with a balanced meal
C- it didn't really satisfy that yearning of the soul on a bad day for a good meal.
I must remember: happiness is a state of mind.