You are what you wear

One day I was watching Oprah and she was doing a show on how to de-clutter your life. Agreeing that everyone can use a few ideas on de-cluttering, I watched on.

A particular tip of interest for me was how to get rid of clothes you don’t wear. I’d love to post a picture of my closet to illustrate my sincere need for this advice but I don’t want to embarrass myself.

But suffice to say, my friend of umpteen years has told me repeatedly that she has never seen me in the same outfit twice. But back to the show…the idea goes like this: you turn all the hangers around backwards in your closet and in six months or so whatever hangers are still backwards hold the key to the clothes that you should get rid of.

It’s been four months since this experiment for me and I’ve discovered a few things about my wardrobe, and in particular, my choice of work attire. 1) I never wear printed or patterned scrub tops. 2) I only wear solid colors, the darker the better. 3) I wear black scrub pants, a lot, like a-cartoon-“Minnie-Mouse”-freakishly-a-lot.

Overall, I am apparently quite boring in my wardrobe choices. I thought, what does this say about my personality? Am I boring? Morbid? Lacking creativity? Dull?

While I was pondering this life-altering question and sipping my skinny vanilla latte, I spill my latte on my lap.

Riiiiiight. That’s why I usually wear black. Out of self-preservation—it hides stains quite well and I am, apparently, a certified klutz.