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It’s summer, and going through my minimalistic wardrobe is happening again. I feel that I go through my closet every season, taking things out to refine it even more. Strangely, I am aching to really finish creating my “forever” closet even though I know it’s a journey that is really neverending. I mean, at some point, I’ll stop taking stuff out and replacing it with longer-lasting clothes, but I’m still far from that.
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My closet for the time being has a set amount of dresses, long skirts, shirts for when at home and shirts for going out, an endless array of sweaters even though I live in California, and some variations of pants. What I no longer have are jeans.
I got rid of the jeans in my closet. Yes, you read that right.
My original characters wearing comfy clothes from my actual closet.
I no longer have jean pants in my minimalistic wardrobe.
To be completely honest, I haven’t really worn jeans in the last two years. Thanks to COVID-19, I’ve become a bigger homebody than ever. Reclusive tendencies are ingrained deeper than ever.
Try as I might to curb this by going out for groceries or hanging out with my siblings, it’s still not the same as it was before. And maybe that’s where I’m making the mistake— Looking for what was instead of embracing the now. But I digress.
Jeans just haven’t been a part of my life since the pandemic, and I’m not really missing it.
I do feel this weird guilt that I don’t fit my jeans anymore, but on the other hand, I don’t have to deal with the uncomfortable feeling of jeans during the summer. Heyyy! That’s an upside, right? Jeans have always been uncomfortable, but it was the norm. It was what I wore as a teen and through years of university.
It’s not as if I have a sentimental connection with jeans. I really don’t. I think it’s more of letting go of something familiar which makes it feel weird.
But it’s been 2 years, so it shouldn’t feel as weird as it does. I guess not wearing them versus completely getting rid of them are two different actions in my mind. They will not be missed, but they surely will not be forgotten… for now.
