This morning I threw a full-blown fit over getting dressed.
A toddler-level, “nothing works,” clothes-on-the-bed, type of fit.
And the irony? My closet is full. Beautiful pieces. Good pieces. Pieces I love.
The problem wasn’t having nothing to wear. It was having too many decisions to make, and per usual I was in a rush trying not to be late for work.
Which is exactly how this post came to be.
The myth of the “special outfit”.
Somewhere along the way, we were taught to save our best pieces. For dinners. For trips. For moments that felt… worthy.
So the clothes that actually work? They get worn once, maybe twice, then quietly retired—waiting for a day that never comes.
But real life doesn’t ask for novelty. It asks for reliability.
The outfits you reach for when you’re running late. The ones that don’t require a mirror pep talk (or a quick selfie). The ones you put on and immediately feel like yourself again.
Those are the keepers.
The three I wear on repeat.
Not because they’re boring. Because they remove friction.
1. The Knit Set
Polished comfort. Soft. Forgiving. Always appropriate. (and to be blunt, if I am feeling bloated that day!)
It’s what I wear when I want to feel pulled together without trying to be pulled together. Errands, meetings, travel days, coffee that turns into lunch.
It works because it’s reliable. (and it’s the only piece of clothing that I own that I don’t take off immediately when I get home, it’s that comfortable! I am guilty as charged for falling asleep in the pants.)
2. The Jet Set
One decision. Infinite days.
This is the uniform for when my brain is already full. I don’t want to style. I don’t want to think. I just want to move through the day feeling capable. Perfect for day to night, and I always pack two colors when I travel.
Put it on. Walk out. Done. (and feel pulled together!)
3. The Classic Set
Your go-to. No matter what.
This is the one that always makes sense. The one you trust. The one that survives trends, seasons, and last-minute plans.
If everything else feels loud, this one stays quietly confident. (I honestly wear the long line slim black pants 3x a week, whether it be with sneakers & a hoodie, miu miu wedges or my vintage black stallion cowboy boots)
Why repetition is the point.
We’ve been sold the idea that repeating outfits means a lack of creativity. I think it means clarity.
The women I admire most don’t dress to impress. They dress to function. To live. To get on with it.
Repeating an outfit isn’t giving up. It’s opting out of unnecessary noise.
Less choosing. More living.
A small permission slip.
You don’t need a closet overhaul. You don’t need more options.
You need fewer better ones.
The ones that earn their place. The ones you miss when they’re in the wash. The ones you’d pack first if you had to leave quickly.
Repeat offenders welcome.
If you know, you KNO.
If this made you exhale even a little, you’re not alone
The Classic Set (found here) & (here)
