On January 8th, 2018, I started a new job. The sun was shining, I was wearing my favourite skirt, and the superstitious Asian in me celebrated two eights in the date, a sign of good luck. I deemed it an auspicious day to start, and as luck would have it, every traffic light I encountered turned green as I approached it.
By the time I'd left high school, I, and what felt like the rest of the world, had given myself an immense pressure to find my passion. If you were like I was; a fresh, indecisive, wide-eyed eighteen-year-old, you had no idea what you wanted to do that night, yet alone for the rest of your life. Fast forward six years, and my future, along with my passion, is still unclear.
I used to think that a good wardrobe equated to more items and less outfit-repeats. I saw my wardrobe as a collection, and so the bigger the collection, the better. But in the past few years I started a journey in curating a more conscious, capsule and sustainable closet. I share my five criteria to building it.
Being a Wellingtonian, I grew up with a strong distrust of umbrellas. Whenever there was rain, there was wind, thus there was no use for the unreliable contraption that would no doubt, fail you. Too many raindrops have fallen on me whilst I've stopped in a really awkward, inconvenient spot on the road or footpath, taming the shrew that would be beyond saving.