Fashion

RENSKE IS IN DE ROUW, WANT ZE IS HAAR HELE GARDEROBE KWIJT

I am in mourning. Very much so. Last night I had the budget-friendly plan to cheerfully create new outfits with existing items from my wardrobe. I am bankrupt. So then you have to do something. Well. I can tell you one thing, that was by no means a resounding success. After three hours of desperately trying on clothes, it was time for the next world-shattering realization: you can make all sorts of nice and budget-friendly outfits, but you still have to try them on. Otherwise, it becomes a kind of window shopping in your own closet. And I already find window shopping fundamentally super stupid, but window shopping in your own closet, well, you wouldn't wish that on your worst enemy.

I will explain as briefly as possible how it came to this. First of all, I am not a fit girl. Never have been. I mean, there was a time when I was quite model-thin, but what I had to do and not do for that I personally found really not worth it. Just. Yes, I will write a nice piece about that sometime. Anyways, eventually I moved on to a perfectly fine size 38-40, and I didn't have to say no to wine, snacks, and cakes anymore. All good, you would think. But after a first pregnancy and definitely after passing my thirtieth, I had to secretly realize that slowly but surely more and more kilos were piling on. Only: no way was I doing anything about it. Moreover, I often managed to squeeze myself into my clothes. Since I had my second child six months ago, it's also over and out with the squeezing. I have become a lot thicker again. And no matter how hard I wait, the kilos are not coming off.

“But hey, complaining doesn't make you thin, or at least happy, so it's HUPSAKEE time for an action plan”

And now I am stuck with a look-look-don't-buy wardrobe. Admittedly, there is still a mini-part left: the looser tops, the flexible pants, the large cardigans. And I have truly become a pro at sprucing up these items, of course with the help of a toolkit of shoes and bags, brooches, belts, rings, and bracelets. Oh, and let's not forget my everything, my statement glasses from Cazal. (With gold on them.) However, the majority of my wardrobe – a beautiful Majé dress, a stunning vintage Yves Saint Laurent jacket, an ultra-cool Acne – is just gathering dust. And that remains an immensely sad matter.

But hey, complaining doesn't make you thin, or at least happy, so it's HUPSAKEE time for an action plan. Should I just be very strict about my diet from now on, move more and do everything Jetski says? Or should I hope that the gods are with me and that I naturally lose a few kilos? Or... should I start saving like a hare for all new stuff? It should work, since I have pointed out the latte factor as the culprit of my dire financial situation. Choices, dear readers, choices. I will reflect and get back to you later with the results.