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T-shirts and character

10/8/2018

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.Do you have an overstuffed dresser drawer? I do, and it’s full of T-shirts. Mostly technical fabric, some cotton some fairly ill-fitting, some I like… Just a bunch of T-shirts. Out of curiosity One Sunday morning, I started counting them. I was amazed to find I had 26 shirts.

How many T-shirts do you need?

​Well, I figured a maximum of two per day-and if you do laundry every four days that would mean eight shirts. Eight.

​...Still, by my count I was 18 shirts over. That got me thinking: how many of each piece of clothing do you need? Isn’t there a sensible way to build your wardrobe that doesn’t require the warehousing of an additional 18 T-shirts? Yes, yes of course. I joke with my wife that someday I’ll be like Jughead in the old Archie comics, wearing the same thing every day. And as I pick up clothes directly from the laundry AND PUT THEM ON, I feel just a bit more jughead-y.

What can you do? Well, without going all obsessive about your wardrobe, you can strive towards minimalism by remembering that each t-shirt is something you will have to wash again, fold again, store again. In this way your t-shirts own you.

No, you don’t have to take those free shirts at the 5k. Or the medal.

No, you don’t need a drawer for shirts and a separate drawer for socks and a separate drawer for underwear. They can all be one drawer, which means less furniture. How freeing.

Your stuff isn’t you. Your character is not determined by the number of t-shirts you own. That’s ridiculous to say, but it’s worth pausing to think about it: your character isn’t determined by the number of ANYTHING you own.
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