If there is one theme that runs through my life, it’s kismet. I’m a very lucky person and amazing things and opportunities have pretty much fallen into my lap. Chance encounters really get my goat, though. I even count occurrences of chance in relation to my closet.
I feel this satisfying sense of closure, open-ended completion (if that makes any sense at all) when I stand in the middle of my closet (Yes, it’s a walk-in that’s about three times the size of Harry Potter’s space under the stairs. And much taller.) and see outfit possibilities that never existed before. After you reach the point where you’re not growing any taller and the boxes of shoes start needing shelving, there are mini moments of excitement when a single addition to a wardrobe comes in and straight up changes the whole motherfucking game.
I scored a hot bag full of Hellz this weekend, thanks to the SF sample sale and Raaachem and Jino’s kind kindliness. The pieces I bought each fell into entirely different categories of clothing: oversized tee, slim jeans, studded suspenders, shredded B&W scarf, and digital watch.
One, I could wear them all together.
Two, each of those pieces inspire completely new looks in combination with that which I already had. In my head it’s like those serial killer tracking maps where pins and yarn connect to identify patterns. Of course there are no maps, per se, in this apparel-centric visual, but there are destination points whose connecting vectors increase in multiples every time a new airport is added. So I guess a flight map analogy would have been a lot less macabre, but what fun is a blog if I don’t throw a curve ball once in a while, eh?
I like closet kismet for when I’m on the trip home and I can’t stop thinking of all the new palettes and proportions I can play with. I like feeling unable to dress in the morning, starting with one piece, and then realizing it goes appropriately, smashingly, with some old thing I haven’t dug out in months.
I also like closet kismet while shopping. Like when I see something and ogle it for hours, pine over it for days, and Google it for weeks. Then I forget about it for months, and lo and behold I somehow fall upon a chance to snap it up at a discount.
Someone once asked me if I believe that old “If you love something, let it go. If it returns, it was meant to be.” After thinking a bit, I replied, “Well, yes, when it comes to sales.”
While I would never submit this essay in response to a test asking me to “Define ‘kismet’,” I do think there is a degree of fate in how we grow our wardrobes. It’s really superficial and shouldn’t be valued for any more than the minute cheap thrills one might feel from dressing well, but it’s still something.
I just like it when it all comes together and inspires. Confluence, even at the lowly level of what fancy arrangements of sheets we throw over ourselves, should always be acknowledged and appreciated. Consider it a rose that you should stop and smell.