People talk about fashion mistakes, but I believe whatever someone wears that they love and feel awesome or comfortable in, can never be a mistake. But there are closet mistakes. Things you buy which you don’t really use. A closet mistake is when you have clothes that, at some point, moved into your wardrobe (maybe with your best intention), stayed there (way to long), was maybe used (for a few occasions) and then stayed there (long or short) before you realised it doesn’t belong there.
I’ll give you an example from a personal experience. Two years ago when I moved to Lund and realised that I’m not going to live a bohemia life on tropical beaches, I’m going to live in dark Sweden during cold weathers, I started to ask myself what do I want to wear? Most of my clothes was not suitable for the autumn and the few old ones I had was far away from what felt like me. I had a vision, an idea. I wanted to look more bohemian. I wanted to look like the spiritual person I felt like. I also wanted to look more stylish. With my job at a desk (pretending to read important emails) I wanted to look like someone who wants to change the world. A business women.
My idea was a jumpsuit. A dark one with patterns, maybe flowers. I searched for months at the local second hand shops but I didn’t found anything. To buy something from a fast fashion brand was out of question even though I have to confess that my idea was definitely according to that seasonal trend (it would have been so easy just to go to H&M and get it right?). But one day in Madrid, months later. Me and my best friend did enter Zara. Maybe because we just wanted to be a little bit girlish for a while and not so responsible. I thought I might go on a search for inspiration, but not to buy anything.
I was wrong.
There they were, my jumpsuit with flowers and everything. I wanted it so badly and my best friend advice was that if you’ve been thinking about it for so long and you almost never buy anything newly produced, what harm can it do to do it just ones?
I bought it.
I felt guilty.
I was wearing the jumpsuit every second week for two or three months. Then something happened. When it was time to pack down my summer clothes and change them for my autumn closet, I didn’t like the jumpsuit anymore. Not because of the patterns or the fact of it being a jumpsuit, but because of the quality. Two buttons had already vanished, the material didn’t look nice anymore and during my probably third period of my life of me finding my style, I realised they were to big!
How could I not have noticed?
We’re not talking about me losing one kilo or two and the jumpsuit being a little bit loose. We’re talking about me always buying oversized clothes way to big! Why have I done that to myself?
I released I had developed a style to hide the body I didn’t really love. The jumpsuit was not something I would wear because I loved my body, rather the other way around. So it had to go.
I promised myself to only buy clothes I really feel and look good in and not being obsessed of an idea or a trend that’s not really me. Flowers and jumpsuits are still my thing, but not oversized-slow fashion-poor quality stuff!
I donated it to second hand I believe, out of my friend’s surprise.