The people & the wardrobe

I've recently figured out that life and wardrobe are very much similar. Not to mention that whenever life gets messy, the first step in order to get back on track is to clean my wardrobe. Suddenly, after performing this sometimes annoying yet necessary action, everything is easier, and compared to making some sense of my wardrobe, making sense of my daily agenda is child's play.
Every now and then, it's worth reconsidering where things stand in terms of the people around, just like when you open the wardrobe after a shopping spree, and you know you need some room for the new clothes, and that it's time to let go of those you stopped wearing a long time ago.
Most of the times, clothes fall under one of these categories:

• the ones you don't wear, and know for sure you never will, but you just don't have the heart to throw them away. The reasons don't matter, what matters is that somewhere on a shelf there's a bunch of stuff that you'll never touch again. But it's there.
• the ones you no longer wear, but keep them because fashions come and go. One day, they may see the light again.
• the clothes you're never bored of. they still fit you, they make you glow, no matter what, no matter how long you've been wearing them. And they match all conceivable contexts. They seem to have been made for you.
• the ones you want to believe are still fit. You insist, squeeze yourself in them, or ignore the fact that you've lost too much weight, they look ugly, and make you look ugly, they don't feel comfy. Or right. There's something wrong with the fabric, with the colour, with the size. It just takes a little time and a strong heart to admit to yourself it's over.
• the new ones. Some of them, chosen because they match your definition of style. Sooner or later, they'll fall under one of the categories above. And the most intriguing of them all, the new clothes that you never thought you'd be wearing. Surprisingly enough, they're fit and cozy. And bring up a whole new perspective upon style.

I always find it hard to pull myself together and start putting things in order. Once I take the first step, the job is half solved. I cleaned my wardrobe this morning, and came up with this theory while sorting out the laundry.