Older clothes in my closet tend to be the classics kept for practical needs. Some are worn very infrequently but I feel I must keep them because I can’t go get something new for the rare but specific occasion. I do like these items, some very much. Older is probably relative here, none are vintage.
..black pants, skirt and jacket, dressy blouse for funeral services
..hiking pants that zip off at the knee to become shorts
..denim jackets, various but similar fits
..perfect warm running shirts and jackets, some up to 15 years old
..fleece vests to wear over everything (multiple layers of other tops and sweaters) at home in cold winter
Other older clothing items have been passed on, many, like Carla, after I retired four years ago. Some were classic-office-lady work pants, business casual sweaters, lots of skirts and summer blouses. While I was wearing them five days a week for many years, the nice quality items stayed on hand and in rotation for several years. I didn’t replace my whole wardrobe every season. But outfits and individual pieces always became older at some point. Then I’d consider donating when they showed wear, fit changed, or coordinates became sparse. Buying a few new things every year which became new favorites meant nothing was super old.
I can honestly see some of my current items becoming old/oldish someday. Maybe because I don’t seem to have as wide a variety of activities as when I was working, I tend to uniform dress, and have been pretty strict about donating things I can detect I’m not wearing, which is more noticeable when I wear casual clothes every day. But I’m also not shopping this year, hence the aging of the wardrobe. Will that change next year? I’m not sure, but retirement casual activities, less need to impress, and uniform choices make it not as alluring to get something new.
Thinking of old clothing memories is interesting. I don’t have any of these items but clearly remember from childhood, mom-made wool plaid jumpers, a red sweater with a white collar (which I refused to wear because the collar didn’t extend around the back neck, hence looked fake to me at age 8), a pastel fuzzy sweater I loved, many mom-made dresses including my 7th grade and 8th grade dance dresses from dotted Swiss, all the clothes I made myself in high school and college, my wedding dress (mysteriously gone from where I stored it at my parents’, which I kind of feel as a relief. They were involved in community theater, so did it end up in the costume shop?), years worth of clothes I made for myself and my two girls as they grew up... Lots of memories which I didn’t need to keep as tangible items, and were worn out or outgrown along the way.