I Moved and Have a Bigger Closet Now, But I Still Purged These 4 Items

In this roller coaster year of ups and downs, I've sat on the news of buying and renovating my first home. The process has been eye-opening, exciting, alarmingly adult, and an exercise in gratitude (and patience) every day.

It's also been a new, welcome creative outlet. I’ve loved picking out paint samples, tile, and sourcing furniture, and I’ve especially loved designing my closet from scratch. As someone who used to pray daily that her rotted-wood closet bar wouldn't buckle under pressure (and relied heavily on rolling racks), I still can’t believe I have a walk-in! After installation, I’d find myself wandering in and out of the empty room, a giddy smile plastered on my face. It felt fresh and full of hope. I didn’t want to sully the space with anything that no longer brought me joy.

A new home means new beginnings, and I wanted to honor that with a well-curated wardrobe. I am deeply sentimental, so this proved to be harder than I thought it would, but I did it. I now live in a color-coded reality of tightly edited pieces (I know—who am I?) and you know what? It feels good.

Inspired to get a head start on spring cleaning? Read on for the pieces I bid adieu to.

My romance with wide legs has come to an end. Instead, I'm turning to slip skirts to add a little volume. They're also an easy way to weave texture into your look, be it with silk, velvet, or satin.

Something about sliding on a pair of stockings makes me feel like I'm in a Helmut Newton photograph. I instantly feel stronger and sexier and will be pairing these with minis to channel my inner Bardot.

While fun, a strappy lucite heel doesn't age well. After heavy rotation, the pair I relied on for every wedding was discolored and stained. I'm replacing it with a no-nonsense pump that feels equal parts business and pleasure.

In the early days of the pandemic (what a time) when I was largely relegated to lazing around in my pj's, I got into the habit of dressing them up with fun jewelry. The look was for my eyes only, yet it never failed to lift my mood. 

Fast-forward three years, and a lot of those pj's were still in rotation, albeit worse for the wear. A new house felt ripe for channeling my inner bombshell energy every day. I tossed out anything in bad shape, replacing it with luxe-feeling loungewear that feels as sumptuous as it looks.