The Diet

Sometimes my dad leaves articles on my sink- a subtle prompt, a whisper ("be intellectual, remy!). This morning I took the bait. The article was entitled "6 Items or Less" and it was about giving one's self a clothing diet, wearing 6 items or less for a full month. My interest was piqued. After all, I have heaps of clothing that I both loathe and fear. I can't even bring myself to unfold for anxiety of what's waiting in those piles. The trouble is that at core, I'm not a minimal girl. Don't get me wrong, I favor a white t-shirt and jeans over most else but I like the promise of being chic, being inimitable, being me, and that sometimes calls for blue suede shoes, a sequined vest, a pair of shorts from mom's closet. I'd like to detox in every way possible (eat salads, drink tea, wear a turban and stick my face over a pot of boiling water) but at this juncture, I can't do it. I haven't riffled through the stacks and found the perfect sweater and I haven't smoothed out my heel walk. Were I to strip down to 6 items for a full month, I worry I'd lose that crucial process of becoming. The clothes don't make the man but that fur jacket never hurt.

Speaking of clothes, what am I going to wear for FT opening night? Send suggestions my way.