Late last week, I was forming piles of clothes on our bed in an effort to pack for a ten day vacation for 2 women, and a toddler. The piles grew, and with it grew my stress. What was I forgetting, and where in the heck did I leave my check list? As I refolded clothes to fit in our suitcase I was reminded about the Fast Fashion industry, and how consumerism grows with our age, and wealth. Scrolling through Twitter this morning I swiped across an update from Shannon Galpin which reminded me about those thoughts on Fast Fashion from a week. What if my family was to live out of a bag for a few weeks while we traveled? What would we bring, and would we feel like we sacrificed objects in order to make the trip easier?
A week into our travels we haven’t sacrificed. There is a full size washer, and dryer in our beach home, and yet I keep reverting back to the same ClubRide pants, and NorthFace sweatshirt. My wife is in her out of work uniform, a 10 year old long-sleeve scoop neck from Athleta, and a pair of broken in jeans from White House Black Market. My point isn’t to brand name drop, but to express that our favorite things are not those that we recently bought at Target. Instead they are the things that have lasted with times, fit us well, and have stories to tell. They weren’t the cheapest, but have the lowest cost per use. What happens if our closet spoke the same story? If we crafted a fabric story that moved easily from vacation travels, to mountain hikes, and bike commuting?
Through all of my fast fashion thinking I am realizing that my favorite biking shoes are Chacos, my go to biking pants are stretchy jeans from ClubRide, and I prefer my IceBreaker merino t-shirt over any biking jersey. While I love the perfect fit Pro kit from Pearl Izumi, and the snap of my mountain bike shoes into clipless pedals they aren’t my preference these days. I would rather ride my bike with my daughter to get the perfect croissant from Spinelli’s Coffee than getting fully kitted up for a massive group ride.
My views on life are changing, and I see a closet purge coming…