I’ve been in the live-in caretaker role for quite a while now – since we got back from Paris, I’ve only been home a handful of days… In order to uncomplicate my life, I just put some clothes into a backpack and hopped on the train, hoping for the best. Turns out that my instincts were great – I was wearing three garments, I packed six, and there was literally NO combination that wasn’t wearable. I felt like my clothes were a perfectly weighed slot machine upon which I couldn’t lose…
These were the clothes that I had with me: (okay, these aren’t exactly the same garments. My cardigans are from Lands’ End, and are years old. My denim shirt is from J. Jill and is no longer available. Everything else is Eileen Fisher…)
- Whatever was clean could be worn;
- I didn’t have to think about it;
- If a garment become unwearable for some reason (torn, stained, etc.) it didn’t really matter, because everything else I owned could still be worn in the absence of any 1 piece.