This WSJ story by Meenal Mistry could be my story, too, and I didn’t realize to what extent until I finished cleaning out my closet yesterday afternoon.
Remember the moth and Julie Ann’s step-by-step recommendations on how to get rid of it? Well, I did exactly as she said and took EVERYTHING out of my enormous walk-in closet (it’s really a small room). I pulled out clothes, shoes, luggage, Hudson Bay blankets, shelves loaded with fabrics that I collect, boxes of photographs, and baby clothes that I cannot part with. And no joke, the very last item to come out, an adorable Bonpoint wool baby cap, was the culprit. It fell apart in my hand, having been moth lunch.
As much as I hated doing a big clean out, I now have a freshly edited wardrobe, which is fantastic. I know exactly what I have (and don’t have, tbc). It turns out that, like Meenal, I love a good summer dress—I have loads of them. An entire rack, to be precise. Most are cotton and lightweight, some being the only colorful items I own. They are like mementos from my travels. I have dresses from the tiny shops atop the Gay Head cliffs on the Vineyard, shops along the coast of Maine, Locust Valley (when my friend’s ill fated boho boutique closed and I cleaned out all of her kurtas), A.P.C. in Paris, the year I bought the entire Isabel Marant spring collection, and H&M. And the best thing about them? They don’t seem to go out of style—I’ve worn many for years and will continue to do so.