Closet Confessions: Denim

Hi. My name is K____ and I am a jeans addict.

Yesterday was mortifying cathartic.  It's pretty clear to all of us that I have a problem with denim.  On a positive note, we can celebrate the fact that there are no jeggings in that collection.  Yes, I consider that to be a win.

So let's delve a little deeper, shall we? One of the first things I do when I get a new data set is to check for duplicates and the same rules apply when tackling my wardrobe.  For example, the dark skinny jeans that I never wear because I like my other pair better.  Then there was the low-hanging fruit, the pair of jeans I've owned since 2006 but only worn once (yeah, that should have gone along time ago).  Duplicates Found. Three pairs in the donate pile. Done.

That still leaves me with 8 pairs of jeans.  Quite a lot for someone who does not work on a dude ranch or own a canadian tuxedo.  But, for some reason when I was trying to add to my donate pile I kept justifying why I neeeeeed each and every pair (my precious).  But, that's ridiculous. In my real life, I definitely don't wear all of these on a regular basis.     

 

One of the things I do when I'm stuck on a data project at work is to try and look at the problem from a different perspective.  If I was having trouble weeding out my jeans just based on cut and color, what about looking at them by their ratings?

 

 

If you look at it this way, it's pretty clear that there are two pairs that I'm kind of ambivalent about.  These are jeans I bought on sale or on impulse, but don't really fit into my everyday life, so they are probably just wasted in space in my closet.  Now excuse my while I pry these from my cold dead hands go add them to the donate pile.