When we decided to move from Paris to London, I really thought the move wasn’t going to be that bad. In my six years in Paris, I had five different apartments – all in opposite sides of the city. Moving was always annoying, but it never felt like an unbearable task. Until now. If moving within the same city is annoying, moving in another country can turn to a nightmare if you are not prepared. I wasn’t.
Never-worn clothes, anyone?
First of all, I really didn’t think we had that much stuff and I was very willing to leave what I thought it was a lot of things behind. AH! Silly me, I didn’t know how much you can fit in a tiny place like ours. While I was crying over the pile of never-looked-at French cookbooks that nobody wanted, desperately trying to sell the massive amount of brand new beauty products and preparing thousands of bags of never-worn clothes for the Red Cross, I made a decision. No more shopping and mostly, no more shoes.
Who knows me in real life knows that I am super basic. My go-for clothes are always black, beige, navy blue or stripes (I do love stripes A LOT). I own as series of the same cashmere jumper in different colors for the winter, a few shirts (at least four striped ones) and I almost never change my bag because, seriously, who has the patience to do that. Also, I always forget everything I need in ‘yesterday’s bag’. So I do not wear fashionable clothing – my idea of fashion heaven is a black turtle neck jumper. Unfortunately I do love to buy them, and I particularly love to buy very high heels that I will never ever wear.
Realising that I actually have terrible taste
The awakening in this case arrived when – trying to put all my belongings in banana boxes – I found a shocking pink long shirt from H&M accompanied by some terrible and very high velvet pink heels from Zara. Both never worn, of course. After telling myself that I really had atrocious taste, I realised that the only reason I could have bought that is because the most terrible thing in the life of a woman had happened: the summer sale. The other question was: why the hell did I keep them, after moving five times? The answer is simple. We just cannot let go our stuff, even when is clearly cheap and ugly, just like my H&M shirt.
If the fast fashion saves us in moments like an unexpected wedding, the reality is that those brands are the reason why our bank account is empty. Even though we think we are saving so much money, we simply aren’t. If it wasn’t for H&M, Zara or Promod, we would not have 50 pairs of jeans sitting in our wardrobe unused because buying a Levi’s costs around 100£ against the 10£ of H&M. We would think about it twice before buying. Example: a pair of really really good shoes costs, let’s say, 400£. It’s a lot so we’d rather go to Zara and spend 60£. Now look at your shoes shelf. If you are like me, poor you, you will find 10 pair of Zara shoes that you could never wear because they make you want to cry after the first five minutes. Now, let’s do some math! 60×10=600. 600£ of shoes that you bought to sit on your shelf, that you will sell for 10£ just to get rid of them to make space for more terrible shoes.
Less is more!
I’m not saying that I am never going to go to Zara again. It would be crazy and a lie, but I am definitely calming down of the convulsive shopping. Selling a lot of my wardrobe made me realise that I didn’t even know I owned 70% of that stuff. In this case, less is definitely more. More space in your flat, more money in your bank. More time to do something cool instead of fighting for a cheap bag during the sales! Until now it’s working for me and I really hope I can stick to it. Any tips for a clothes-detox?