I need my closet inspected. Surely, what normally happens a few weeks after we girls go for a mega wardrobe shopping? I know I cannot be the only one who finds herself staring at the same five outfits I wear every week regardless of my closet being full of clothes. We’ve all been there, right? Spending a lot of money and having nothing to show for it.
That’s certainly what it feels like on the second last week of every month, anyway. This time, however, I am more concerned about where all of my clothes vanish to after I go shopping. Last week, I went for a random sleepover to a friend’s house.
What I remember the most apart from the unnecessary laughter is my friend ranting about how she couldn’t find anything to wear to work. I obviously kaguad (read analysed) her closet to try and help her put together a few outfits she could rock to work.
As it turned out, my friend had enough clothes to wear, but she just didn’t like half the clothes in her closet. This got me thinking maybe that is exactly where my clothes go to, in the trash can that is in my head!
A few weeks after shopping, everything in my closet suddenly seems so inexpensive, shabby, and not me. Everything is too tight, too short, and made of terrible crappy fabric. Maybe it has to do with the fact that there is a new fashion statement every week.
Maybe women have fallen for the fast fashion where we need to change our clothes as often as we change our hair (maybe not hair). As a result, we open our closets and nothing we own seems good enough to actually wear.
Women are persistently chasing some fancy, an idealised version of how they should dress and in the process, they keep falling far short of the mark every single time.
Maybe it’s not our closets that need to be inspected after all; maybe our overly self-cautious brains should be raided for a change! Take it from me, until you are able to feel like the smartest little budget fashionista in all the land for shopping in Gikomba, Muthurwa and Ngara, your closet will always feel empty.