Welcome to I Tried It Month, where we’ll be publishing a new fashion, beauty, or wellness article every day in January that features a first-person account of shaking up an old habit, pushing beyond a comfort zone, or simply trying something new. Follow along for 31 days of storytelling, including everything from going without a cellphone for 40 days to trying the polarizing low-rise pants trend.
There was a point toward the end of last year where every time I looked at my closet, a pang of anxiety bolted through me. An ongoing reminder of just one more thing on my ongoing to-do list that I still hadn’t got around to tackling. Moreover, it distressed me to see this corner of my house in such disarray because this kind of mess isn’t very “me.” You see, I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to cleaning—even with a two-year-old toddler, where my expectations are low. I somehow always manage to clear up all toys and most mess in our general living areas every night before I tuck into bed (otherwise, I can’t sleep.)
As a fashion editor, who buys, receives PR, and is generally surrounded by a lot of new clothes, brands, samples, etc., I end up just throwing things in my closet without giving much thought to the matter. And while I used to do regular closet cleanouts, juggling working mom duties plus a general dip of energy levels and morale during a Covid world last year meant I let my closet reach a state of chaos which I could not bring myself to confront. Until now, that is.