The year with The Rule of Five

I thought it was going to be easy. Frankly, I considered myself a pro, having done many slow fashion challenges or 90 days without buying anything, yet it was like a yo-yo diet, and my closet was still full. It’s been 12 months of learning how to curate my style and adapt my full wardrobe to my life.

Common sense is my first impulse, and that hasn’t changed.

Happy is another feeling: I look at my wardrobes (I am lucky enough to have enough closets to separate the seasons) and I see clearly, wear stuff interchangeably, notice the note out of tune, and act on it.

Did I go over the five items? Yes. Did I fail? No.

It’s been a year of reckoning. I went from not knowing my size, not accepting those 20 menopausal extra pounds, to accepting the structural changes and the imbalanced proportions, I learned to be ok with the process. They call it the art of the sacred pause, that time between two periods when nothing makes sense, when the chaos of the past collapses into the actual WTF, the week between Christmas and New Year’s, when every day is a Saturday or a Monday and all you have to do, is let it happen without resistance.

SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE

I call the staples the I cannot do withouts

The joy of buying second-hand or vintage.

Quality over quantity, but when you find that perfect white T-shirt, buy the black and the grey.

No wardrobe is complete with elements for all the seasons, it doesn’t matter if you live in the tropics.

Add the disrupting element, diverge from the expected.

Be intentional

If you need something, be as specific as you can as if you were drawing a manifesting board. For example, I prefer vintage cashmere because it is superior and holds the test of time and no pilling.

Buy secondhand first, which means that the specific something will not manifest itself right away, the search may be long but owning that piece will become worthwhile.

For each one in, two must go because if Madame My Middle Name is Chic LSD does it, you should do it, too.

Act purposefully

No ultra-fast fashion and no polyester are the commandments you have to live by, no exceptions. Act as if you were anaphylactic and must avoid it like your life depends on it.

Alter, upcycle, mend, fix, and repair are the name of the game. A trustworthy seamstress is your best ally, although you need to have some basic knowledge of fabrics, yarns, trims, buttons.

ALWAYS ASK

Ask for the item’s composition, ask where the garment was made, ask yourself how many occasions you see yourself wearing what you want to buy as well as if it’s time to part from something and sell it to give it a new life and make space. Formulate your opinions before making a decision.

SOME MYTHS

  • The capsule wardrobe is like Santa Claus, not such a thing unless you are prepping for a trip and want to pack with the satisfaction of a few pieces and multiple outfits.

  • Effortless is BS, everything is intentional, minimalism à la Jackie Kennedy or iconic à la Diana Vreeland.

  • Timeless is another contradiction, if I tell you “That’s so ‘90s” it’s most certainly some overcoat with big shoulder pads, in fashion nothing is timeless, it all belongs to one special collection or a period of time, and everything changes, your body, the times, your lifestyle.

  • Color theory as a system it’s a marketing trap, we all have colors we prefer and don’t, we all know what’s not good close to our face, but we can wear it as a bottom. It’s like aria fritta (fried air), it doesn’t give you any style lessons, and most probably it will lead you to get rid of a lot of stuff with no resolution.

  • Those three adjectives to describe your style: contriving and constricting, it sits you at the adult’s table, but what if you wanted to sit with the kids?

Would I do it again?

I think that doing it well once is good enough. If you have learned the tricks the following year, you buy nothing because everything works.

The third quarter of the year into #theRuleofFive

In short: I didn’t buy anything and everything is fine.

On why

There’s a meteoropathic element in me, the psychological side, not the physical weather pain.

Growing up in a brimming town on the Italian Riviera made me a summer type of girl: summers of my youth were my most glorious times. Living in humid, tropical, scorching Miami has made me face the summer months as if I were in apnea, in the eternal longing for the best season which, in the Southern Riviera, starts middle of October (when Joe’s Stone Crabs opens and the Antique Market in Lincoln Rd. begins) and officially in November when hurricane season is over.

Could it also be that when we are young we are in the spring and summer seasons of our lives and when we turn 50 we are in the fall? I don’t mean to taint it grim, I love the fall and the foliage that doesn’t really happen in Miami, but I can watch When Harry met Sally and Gilmore Girls and voilà.

Could it also be that when we are young we are in the spring and summer seasons of our lives and when we turn 50 we are in the fall? I don’t mean to taint it grim, I love the fall and the foliage that doesn’t really happen in Miami, but I can watch When Harry met Sally and Gilmore Girls and voilà.

What did I wear?

My closet, pretty much. I am as simple as pane e mortadella.

Some pieces were upcycled, swapped, sent to Thredup to then buying the same ones but new (that’s why I can say I haven’t bought anything).

What’s next

My favorite season of all and the wardrobes have been already switched, summer in the suitcase, winter out.


Month 6 into #theRuleofFive: upcycle demi couture

UPCYCLE DEMI-COUTURE

This 6th month has been exhilarating, I am not happy, but re-super happy.

After a 5-month purge of clothes and shoes from the winter and summer wardrobes, there were some a few skirts and dresses that still meant too much to me to let go, but I hadn’t worn in years.

I brainstormed with Alejandro Barzaga, an utterly talented, highly trained designer who has graciously entertained my thoughts and brought them to life.

I am not a designer nor have ever been trained to be one, my mind is the one of a story-teller and when I see a look that can take a shape that would suit me, I am lucky enough to go to who can do it for me.

HOW MANY

OUT: I don’t know how many pieces I sold or sent to Thredup and TheRealReal, how many I gifted to friends who are now enjoying them, how many I can now wear from my life before my menopausal limbs and belly.

IN: no brand new, virgin clothes, but 1 second hand Marni x UNIQLO skirt. Also, I am very proud that I found a new fragrance, first in over 30 years, but that is a different story.

FIT EMPOWERMENT

At the risk of repeating myself, now that I am halfway through the year of only buying 5 new things, June has cemented the concept of body acceptance with a phenomenon I call fit empowerment.

It starts from within, it only took me 55 years to catch the drift, but here you have it.

Your body changes naturally, it evolves mostly due to hormones, gravity, metabolism, weather, overworking and your brain (at least mine) never registers until things are either underway or you are at a no-return point.

In what seems like a jiffy, shit hits the fan and nothing fits anymore, you start wearing MooMoos-adjacent amorphous crap, stop looking at yourself in the mirror, walk past a window so fast that your eye cannot catch a glimpse, and keep buying stuff with no strategy other than becoming invisible and hating being photographed because who you see is not you.

You end up having another closet full of nothing to wear.

Here’s when the empowering path began, in June. Back in January, I accepted the only 5 things a year challenge because why not, I had done 3 and 6 months with no new clothes before, but also for convenience, for my closet’s sake and to save time in the morning, I had too much I wasn’t wearing. One item at a time, I altered, mended, fixed, modified, dyed, and here I am with upcycle demi couture.

And I suggest it to anyone.