Eileen Fisher slouchy pants | size large petite
James Perse casual tee | size 2
Robert Clergerie Frazzia sandals | on sale at La Garconne, I’m a size 8 and wearing a 38.5 (they might be a teeny bit smallish)
If you recall my post Friday, I mentioned that I tried on and bought these Eileen Fisher slouchy pants after deciding, with some urgency, that I needed a pair of slouchy, light, black pants. I originally bought them in a size small, regular, but went back on Friday after trying the size smalls on at home with everything I own, deciding that I wanted them to be more slouchy, and shorter. And I ended up with the large petite.
I wore them all weekend rolled up with my Birkenstock Arizona sandals, and then unrolled as you see here. Honestly, I liked them more in person rolled up, and with certain shoes, showing more of my ankle works better with these pants, but when I looked at the pictures I took, I liked the way the pants look unrolled/longer. That doesn’t mean I won’t wear them rolled if I feel like it, but in this case, having photos to look at does help to “clarify” my look a bit more, and I’ll freely admit that they are more flattering longer (and with heels, or at least a platform as you see here).
The large are quite slouchy on me, and sit pretty low on my waist (they’re too big, generally), but even though EF says they won’t shrink, I wanted to allow some room for that since I have found that even in cold water, viscose and rayon shrink a little. And anyway, I DID want them to be slouchy. I’m really pleased with them; they’re incredibly comfortable, and I think will be excellent for traveling, and wearing in all sorts of situations. I don’t even mind wearing them now, in 100+ degree heat, if I’m wearing something light and sleeveless on top, and sandals.
I bet now you’re wondering how my “minimal closet” journey is going, with all this shopping I’ve been doing lately! Excellent question. And I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. What am I doing? Why did I all of the sudden decide I needed those pants? And then why did I literally obsess over NOTHING BUT those pants for 24 hours after I got the first pair until I settled on the final pair? Why the hurry?
Ultimately, the answer is that I’m stuck on an even bigger thing I’m trying to figure out, this HUGE idea I have to compliment my Conscious Closet Consulting business. I’ve been thinking about the HUGE idea for a couple of months, trying to figure out how to implement it and then market it. And then of course, I hit that wall known as analysis paralysis. I’m stuck. So instead of working it out, and moving on, I shifted my focus to something much easier to deal with, and solve; my wardrobe.
This is easy. This is what I know. I don’t know how to figure out what I want to do next. That is the unknown I’m so deathly afraid of. Although I’ve been deep into the unknown before. I got divorced and started a new business, leaving behind a stable, full-time job, AT THE SAME TIME. But I don’t remember it feeling THIS hard, I wasn’t this scared. Which of course, is the thing about memories, they’re never as you remember them. But, I thought that was supposed to make it easier to do the scary thing the next time then, because you survived the first time, what can possibly happen WORSE the second time?
And now, I’m 10 years older. And wiser, I daresay. Does that make me more sensitive to the possibility of failure and rejection? Perhaps it’s because I want this to work out SO BADLY I can taste it. I feel it in my bones. I have to do it. And that scares the crap out of me.
So, I revert back to what I know: shopping, and searching for exactly the right thing. This is what I’m good at.
Which is funny, because this is exactly what I want to do for more people, in person, and in a more organized way. I love doing it this way, on my blog, and sharing with you what I find, my experiences with brands/products, but I want to do it both on a larger scale, and on a more personal one. Which is what I’m struggling to figure out HOW to do. And then, I’m caught up in how to market myself in person; the scary thing, as it were.
And here we are again. Back at the beginning. I have tried to run away from the fear. I have tried to banish the fear with a pair of amazing black slouchy pants. And I have tried to suffocate the fear with waves of stair-climbing sessions at the gym, and back-to-back shopping trips. Yet all that I have left is fear. It’s still here. So my only option is to face it head-on. Look it in the eyes and tell it to go to hell.
Happy Monday !!!