Saturday was our town’s Heritage Festival, complete with a local parade. I participated, and had a great time marching in my first parade with my neighbor Rona, my new friend and prayer partner with MIT (Moms in Touch), who previously had invited me to join her every Monday to pray with them. We marched as a group wearing pink one in all. When invited, my first thought was “Oh my, I don’t own any pink… or do I.” Most of you would assume my thoughts would be on prayer, but they weren’t.
On any given day my wardrobe consists mostly of black, white , khaki, and a sprinkling of navy. My husband and daughter rarely see me in anything besides my black and white Nike warmup. The ladies in the neighborhood probably think the only thing I own is that Nike outfit. We see each other at the mail box and it is regularly washed, but frequently on. La Encantada has a wonderful shop called “Lucy” which sells workout clothing, and upon my move to Tucson 5 years ago, the getup was purchased and been my uniform since. My dear friend and prayer partner Kim passed on several of her chic yoga sets, and I enjoy wearing them, but I must confess my Nike outfit is my fav. A year ago on my birthday I received several pink additions to my wardrobe: a camisole from Kim’s daughter Mandy, an argyle sweater from another good friend, Heather, and a twinset from my wonderful mother-in-law Marilyn. How does one receive so many gifts of clothing, yet continue to wear the same sweat suit every day? Why do I do this after receiving wonderful gifts of clothing ? The pursuit of simplification is a constancy in my life, and clothing has been the easiest place to simplify. My goal: I attempt to keep 100 items in my wardrobe all the time, including shoes, socks, and yes, underwear. Packing for trips has become a breeze, and whenever I receive something as a gift, or purchase something new, its a replacement, not an addition. Something has to leave generally.
Where is this blog going today? Ann Kroeker’s Make Do Monday calls for making due with what you have. My challenge from that is for you to whittle your closet to 100 items, and learn to “make do.” Oh, I hear you’re screams and cries, but let me encourage you to make do, and see what happens. Why simplify your clothing? Well, the economy is tough and all your chic threads collecting dust in your closet could give your local Goodwill a serious cutting edge advantage to the mall. Fashion philanthropy reduces fellow fashionista credit card balances by luring them to a $3.00 rack. Reducing your inventory will free up your time. Don’t believe me? Watch and see how much more time you will free up from not having to decide what to wear. Astounding! (I must confess though, that the parade attire was a bit of a decision process given I had three pink sweaters to choose from). How many outfits do you try on before leaving for work each morning? Going to small group? Attending Bible study? I hesitate to drop the big C, but you know it’s true, and also for church? All that extra time in the morning can be spent sitting at the foot of Jesus. He will speak to you no matter what you have on. He stands at the door knocking and waiting while you dither your time away on which shoes to wear.
“Has anyone by fussing in front of the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? Have they made themselves more beautiful in the eyes of God? Deepened their walk with Christ? All this time and money wasted on the excesses of fashion. Does it really make that much of a difference in the eternal perspective of our lives? Instead of looking at the fashions, walk out into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They never primp or shop, but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them”.
Matthew 6: 27-29 The Message.
One side note: I highly recommend everyone finding and joining a Moms in Touch group. These are a wonderful, committed and purposeful group of women who don’t mess around. You arrive at a given location, ours is at Methodist church near my neighborhood, and pray together in groups for the children and the teachers in our schools in target-ted prayer for an hour each week.
Rest in Him, Trish
