This evening, over lasagna and wine, my beautiful sister Rachel, said to me, “It’s hard to be an adult.” Damn straight. Preach. Yes. Yes it is. Now I’m not one of those people who thinks youth is wasted on the young. On the contrary. When you’re a teenager or even in your early (and late, and beyond) twenties, you should be making the occasional thoughtless, some might say reckless, choices. Within reason mind you. We all want to get out relatively unscathed. But once you’ve crossed the threshold of parenthood, as I did nearly 14 years ago, and maybe you double down and buy a house (which my husband and I did while I was pregnant), things change a little. Reckless, thoughtless choices have more consequences and the potential for far more collateral damage. Does this mean the good times stop rolling? No, it just means they’re rolling in a different direction.
The same applies to our closets. When the inevitable happens and we become grown ups, and we begin to make hard choices, our closets should grow with us. Sometimes we have to be the adult in our relationship with our wardrobe and walk away from the things that no longer serve us. But no doubt there are some pieces worth keeping. Like this basic black leather mini. This skirt arrived before my life as a wife and mother began, and it’s still a piece I can rely on. Change is inevitable, wonderful actually, but some things are worth preserving and knowing how to tell whether to hang on or to let go is part of growing up. And yes, it’s not all roses, but every now and then it’s something even better, like a damn fine leather skirt.