Life in the Boomer Lane was standing at her curb, yesterday, depositing a carton into the recycling bin, before the recycling truck was ro arrive. A woman was walking by with her dog. She stopped in front of LBL and complimented her on her cute little workout top (Forever 21, really cheap). LBL thanked her for the compliment and said, “Forever 21. Really cheap.” The woman answered, “Workout clothes are important for me, because I don’t wear anything else.” LBL responded, “Me either. Even if I never actually make it to the gym.”
This brings us to the sad fact of LBL’s life. Each morning, she puts on her workout clothes, fully intending to go to the gym and then come home and change into her real clothes. One of two things then happens:
- She goes to the gym, then does about 10 errands and goes to appointments
- She does about 10 errands and goes to appointments and never makes it to the gym
In either case, she has spent the day in her workout clothes. And, as cute as her workout clothes may be, she would really rather not have people think that she only owns black spandex pants, a tak top, and an adorable stretchy top that goes over the tank (Forever 21, really cheap).
Since LBL is a Realtor (capital “R”), perceptive readers may be asking, “Why am I reading this nonsense instead of doing important things with my life?” Others of you may be asking, “How can LBL wear workout clothes when she is a Realtor (capital “R”) and has to meet clients?” The answer to the first question is that this blog, as idiotic and insignificant as it may be, is better for your mental health than following the political mayhem occurring right now all over the country. The answer to the second question is that LBL will often say to clients, “Please excuse the non-professional clothing. I’ve just come from the gym.” People who live in the important, fast-paced Washington,DC area are impressed and will even sometimes remark “Cute top.” LBL will not answer “Forever 21. Really cheap,” for the same reason she drives a Mercedes (pre-owned, really cheap). Appearances are everything.
LBL loves clothes. She doesn’t have that many, because she tosses anything that she doesn’t love anymore and because if she has too many clothes, she loses track of what she has and then she has massive anxiety attacks. The end result is that she has a closet with beautiful clothes and great shoes, but she could easily rent out half of the space to someone who has too many clothes. So, she has a partially-empty, well-dressed closet, as she, herself, lives in workout clothes.
LBL must now take a small detour in her chain of thought, because she has now been distracted by thinking about a couple friends of hers who own obscene amounts of clothing. We are talking 40 pairs of black pants, 20 white peasant tops, 23 pairs of stretch pants of different colors, 25 tunic tops. These clothes cover a variety of sizes and decades. And that’s not even to speak about dozens and dozens of purses, belts, etc.
One friend moved from a townhouse to a condo. She had a large, walk in closet in the condo, which wasn’t nearly enough for all her clothes. She stuffed as many as she could into the closet. It didn’t take long for her to hear a loud crash. The clothes bar had come down, taking with it part of the closet walls. It took her days to pick of the clothes. the closet had to be reconstructed with steel-reinforced walls.
Another friend lost a lot of weight. LBL went into her closet and threw out about half of the clothes. This amounted to hundreds of items of clothing, dating abck to the 1980s. The friend eventually regained the weight, had nothing to wear, and had to replace everything. She mostly did, except for the clothes with big shoulder pads and a lot of sparkles. She still reminds LBL of her loss and hold LBL fully responsible.
A third friend realized at some point that she had seven winter jackets, all more or less the same. This is another event that causes LBL massive anxiety. On occasion, she has purchased exactly the same item that already exists in her closet. LBL can’t even describe to you, Dear Reader, what happens in her brain when she discovers this. She will spare you the details. Even thinking about this is enough to bring on an anxiety attack.
Now back to the workout clothes. Sometimes LBL thinks that she should admit to the reality of her life and simply shop at Lululemon and pay thousands of dollars for designer workout clothing that can go seamlessly from the gym to the opera. But she cringes at paying $150 or more for workout pants when there are alternatives for $25 or less.
This morning, LBL discovered a new clothing site with an unpronouceable name, great clothes and reasonable prices. Gudrunsjoden.com. She ordered an adorable jacket. She can’t wait till it arrives, so that it can join the other great clothes in her closet. As most of LBl’s clothes are in the same color range (black) and style (simple cut, minimalist), they all get along She knows the other clothes will warmly welcome the new jacket, since they have so much in common. And LBL takes real pleasure each morning as she grabs her workout clothes from their basket, to see her real clothes all lined up, having a wonderful time with each other and not getting all messed up by being actually worn.
Lunar
March 3, 2016
I have the opposite problem. I have a ton of casual clothes that I love, but never get to wear because I’m constantly running around after work and have to go everywhere in my professional gear. Which I hate because it makes me feel 20 years older than I am to go to a happy hour in dress slacks. That’s the flip side of Washington DC.
Life in the Boomer Lane
March 4, 2016
You bring up an interesting variation of my issue. I do remember back in the day when Realtors (capital “R”) used to dress up each day. I had the same problem. Hey, you live in the DC area. We can go shopping in each other’s closets.
Lunar
March 4, 2016
LOL I definitely do that with friends sometimes. If I get sick of a few of my tops or dresses or something, I always offer them out before giving them away for donation.
Jill Foer Hirsch
March 3, 2016
The bane of my existence. First, because I have ranged from a size 10 to a size, well, much larger, in the span of a decade. Second, because I used to buy an entirely new wardrobe every time my size changed. Third, because business casual happened and all my expensive suits went to the back of the closet. Fourth, and most importantly, my career just came to a screeching halt and I barely have need to even change out of pajamas most days. I’m going to go eat a pint of ice cream and see if it makes me feel better.
Life in the Boomer Lane
March 4, 2016
You must have closets the size of bedrooms, Jill. Yes, ice cream. It will solve every planet on earth, except for what’s happening to the GOP.
Jill Foer Hirsch
March 4, 2016
My husband gets one small corner of one closet in our home. That leaves me with two walk-ins and 3 other bedroom closets. That might be part of the problem. Major purging right now. Just biting the bullet and getting rid of 99% of my career stuff. Will need to replace with pajamas. Ugh.
Kate Crimmins
March 3, 2016
This is too painfully close to home to comment. There are probably meetings for people like us (but what do they serve?).
Life in the Boomer Lane
March 4, 2016
If there aren’t meetings, there should be. Also ones for women who carry handbags the size of carry-ons.
Beverly Dame
March 3, 2016
Your closet and mine should have a conversation. We have lived in a small town in the country for nearly 15 years. My closet has a section of things suited to our life in Washington, cocktail dresses, long things. Maybe once a week I get dressed in something other than shorts (summer) and corduroy pants (winter). And still the dress*up clothes remain. At least they fit
Life in the Boomer Lane
March 4, 2016
Well, you can always visit them and make yourself happy. That’s what I do.
Keith
March 3, 2016
Picking up on Beverly Dame’s comment, I think the answer is to set up your own group consignment shop and let each member come to your closets to shop and trade. Could be based on a voucher system, so no money changes hands. Everyone would get new outfits, provided that members are roughly the same sizes.
Life in the Boomer Lane
March 4, 2016
Good idea, Keith. There are actually clothing exchange parties, in which women bring clothes and then take other peoples’ clothes in exchage. If everyone gets drunk enough, they end up bringing their own clothes home.
Keith
March 4, 2016
I started to mention wine would make it easier to trade. Of course, I am a little behind the times on the idea. Isn’t the first time and won’t be the last.
sunshineinlondon
March 4, 2016
Hello from the London side! I know what you mean – my wardrobe is crammed full and I spend my life pulling out, and squeezing back in, the same handful of outfits. What’s that all about?
So good to read LBL again
Sunshine xx
Life in the Boomer Lane
March 4, 2016
Hi, Sunshine! So glad to have you back! I sorely miss my regular trips to London. Although I love Brooklyn (where Only Daughter now lives), it’s not the same. As for your issue, I culd solve it in five minutes. My only fee is airfare. xxoo
pegoleg
March 4, 2016
I have the same problem with buying the same thing over and over again. In my case, though, it is often the EXACT same item of clothing, not just the same style, as I both donate to and buy from the local Goodwill store.
I hate when that happens.