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I love fashion. I love going to catwalk shows. I girl getting dressed up. I love the illicit thrill of some frippery I can’t in actuality afford, accompanied by the rustle of tissue paper in a crisp rat oning bag – a sound bested only by a champagne cork popping. And that’s not level the half of it. More than anything, I love the thrill of the strong street chase. I love stopping a woman on the street to ask where her put on clothing is from, and hunting it down and ordering it from my phone at the bus stop. I have in the offing been known to go weak at the knees over new suede boots and I last wishes as never, ever have enough earrings.

But you know what else I liaison? Living in a climate that doesn’t fry me alive. Oceans with fish and icebergs in them instead than plastic. Mars is a long way – and besides, Elon Musk? No thanks. Which conveys I need to love clothes in a way that doesn’t create whopping amounts of waste and use a disproportionate amount of the world’s carbon budget. It is evil that 300,000 tonnes of fashion waste goes into landfill each year. It is the irreconcilable of progress that the average number of times a garment is threadbare before it is retired has dropped by 36% in the last 15 years. (In China, that force is 70%.) Loving clothes shouldn’t be a system based on bring to light them away. Fashion isn’t rubbish.

However, what this article is unquestionably not about is me lecturing you in sustainability. You’re probably much, much speculator than me, for a start. If anything, this is about me being multifarious like you. It’s about me changing my column for this newspaper so that it richer reconsider reflects the way almost all of us really wear clothes – which, on any acknowledged Saturday morning, is more about styling what we already own than procuring a new head-to-toe outfit. So from this month on, I’m going to swop what I wear and what I write about: every week’s look order include old favourites from my wardrobe and discoveries from classic stores. There will still, always, be gorgeous hand-picked percentages that are available to buy. But we won’t pretend that’s the whole story.

From Katharine Hamnett and Stella McCartney to tiroes like Mother of Pearl’s Amy Powney, designers who are passionate just about making ethical fashion have helped make sustainability cold and glamorous and newsworthy. (Should cool or glamorous or newsworthy implication? Perhaps not. But the reality is, they do.) Even so, a meaningful conversation surrounding fashion and sustainability needs to include not just those blessed enough to be able to afford expensive clothes, but the average shopper. The chambermaid who would love a pair of Stella’s new Vegan Stan Smiths (£235) but who has, say, £30 to go through and wants to treat herself. (According to the Office for National Statistics, of an typical household weekly spend of £554.20 a week, £25.10 goes on wears and shoes.) There is a very human desire to move with the zeitgeist, an bright inclination to keep turning over a new leaf, which spunks our impulse fashion buys – and why not? The received wisdom is that you should throw in the towel up those £30 buys and save for a once-a-year £350 blazer in place of; but this is unrealistic, not to mention a bit patronising.

Sustainability needs to start with intriguing a long, hard look at the psychology of fashion. When I buy kit outs, I am trying to buy a better-looking, cooler, more exciting version of me. Unaltered as it ever was, nothing new in that. But what has changed is that the chasm between the consideration in the mirror and our Instagram-fed aspirations yawns ever wider.

Sometimes clothes can bridge that gap. At its best, fashion can be nothing curtail of miraculous. Do you know when you should buy a dress? When you try it on and start diet flirting with yourself in the changing room mirror. I don’t have the weight full-on flirting: that would be a bit weird. I just near that you look in the mirror and are pleased by what you see and find yourself, without opinion about what you are doing, giving a bit of a hair toss, grinning at your reflection. When that happens, you should plainly buy that dress.

But you know which dress you absolutely shouldn’t buy? The one you try on, then look in the repeat and think, this is a great dress and if I lost two kilos I’d look worthwhile in it, I wish I hadn’t eaten cake. That dress is negging you. That medicate is not your friend. Please promise me you will never, a day buy that dress.

I have been asking lots of people who identify about this stuff – thought leaders in fashion paranoid, experts on the circular economy, women who are ninja-level at finding joy in charity shops – for advice about how I can keep the fashion bar elaborate when it comes to the clothes I wear and write about, while lose weight the environmental damage.

Caryn Franklin, professor of diversity at Kingston University of Art, strikes a chord when she brings up the emotional aspect of sustainability as a exact issue for women. “Women feel they will on no occasion be good enough, that they must keep on struggling for an ideal they will never achieve,” she says. “They medicate with accoutres, using them to create the self they think they demand to have – and when the dress doesn’t deliver they be preserved on disposing of clothes along the way.” In other words, there is a self-worth gap in our education, and clothes dumped as landfill is the consequence.

You might think it a extend to argue that building a look based around the accoutres you already own is the first step towards accepting who you are. I don’t, actually. For starters, this is how 99% of us as a matter of fact dress, most of the time. We need to stop calling it “recycling” when the Duchess of Cambridge bear ups the same coat twice, because it’s ludicrous; not talking helter-skelter the fact that almost all of us are still wearing clothes we’ve had for years imagines a weird dishonesty gap. And I don’t mean Granny’s cashmere (humblebrag 1.0) or a draughtsman piece that now counts as vintage. I’m talking about wearing ordinary clothes, many years later, because you suppress like them. The black trousers I’m wearing in the photograph in the sky came from Gap in 2006. I have worn them unmercifully once a week, sometimes more, for the last 12 years.

Nonetheless, my episode is that, when you think in terms of cost per wear, up-market clothes tend to end up as good, or better, value than the sale-priced stuff. The leopard-printed, short-sleeve jacket that’s hanging behind me in the photograph overleaf I get from Betty Jackson in the very early noughties. I about deliberating over it, because it wasn’t cheap. I mean, how helpful is a leopard short sleeve jacket going to be, I fretted? Infer from, I’ll tell you: very bloody useful. I love that jacket to specks. The paisley-printed blouse I’m wearing with the satin trousers on the aforementioned page is by Louis Vuitton. It’s about a decade old; it comes out to frame week every time there’s a boho thing present on (which is every year or two); and in fallow seasons, it’s a beach concealment up, or a weekend lunch with jeans and boots favourite.

The blouse I am wearing with the Gap trousers is a vintage piece by Lauren, a Ralph Lauren label, discovered on sale at Rokit for £30 by the Guardian’s brilliant stylist, Mel. I should prefer to never mastered charity shopping, so on a mission to gen up, I asked manufacture styling supremo Bay Garnett, who creates cult capsule solicitations for MiH jeans based on her vintage denim trophies, for advice.

“When I go into a secondhand peach on I look for what feels modern,” she says. “I hate the retro look.” This posture is a revelation to me, because the retro look is exactly what dress oneself ins me off. That hipster 1950s vibe, with the full skirts and the lipstick and the ironic hairstyle: first-rate on other people, categorically not for me. “Oh God, me neither,” Garnett says. “I abhor that idea of vintage shopping as something quirky and nostalgic and sentimental. I don’t actually like the word vintage at all. Recently I’ve bought some marvellous 80s pieces, like a biker sweatshirt with a zip.”

Some of my choice clothes have been brought back from the unconcerned many times. The tiger-striped pencil skirt I’m wearing in the drawing on the right I bought a decade ago from Max&Co, a MaxMara diffusion furrow; it was not designed for my habit of running up stairs two at a time and has had to be reconstructed very many times. I had a mini-length slipdress covered in pink sequins (hey, it was the noughties) changed into a stretchy below-the-knee cocktail skirt five years ago and I now attrition it to the kind of parties that call for a sparkly skirt and a punctilious sweater.

Lulu O’Connor, who runs online alterations presence Clothes Doctor, is passionate about helping women lift their clothes for longer, and reels off a list of suggestions – numerous of which you can do at home. An oversized T-shirt you are attached to that’s stealing in the in-case-I-paint-the-house pile, for instance, could be that cropped-at-the-waist T-shirt everybody under the sun on Instagram is wearing with high-waisted trousers. (The more mottoes and logos you chop through the middle of, the more Guccified the look.)

Female parent of Pearl’s Powney recently launched a sustainable, ethical, seasonless capsule aggregation called No Frills. With price tags from £90, the align is keenly priced for a designer label – and the quality and label act it resale value, something Powney and other designers incorporating the circular economy are passionate about. Vestiaire Collective – a put straight of blue-chip eBay, just for fashion – is a great resource to light upon the person out there who wants to pay good money for the designer handbag you don’t use any multifarious, freeing up your cash for a new one. The circular economy is picking up habiliments at high street level, too: John Lewis will buy repudiate old clothes you have bought from them and no longer tax. An online calculator tells you how much the clothes you want to exchange (including socks) are worth; once you have £50 good, a courier will collect them and bring you a voucher. Matters are either resold (though not in John Lewis) mended or recycled.

This available, postpone that shopping trip. Put your keys down, call for your coat off, make a cup of tea and open your wardrobe as contrasted with. Start by pulling out anything leopard print: these appear to get better with age. Any skirt that hits below the knee is edible: if you’ve got a short-sleeve shirt- especially one of those garish, touristy ones – try it ended the skirt, cinched with your widest belt. If there’s a team up of cropped trousers that you usually only wear on fete, try them with ankle boots.

No doubt there is a much control superiors, much worthier fashion column that could be send a lettered, about how we all have to stop shopping completely. Bagsy not non-fiction that one, though. I am not ready to give up fashion. But I am ready to try and do it differently. What do you dearth to buy this season, to keep up with the times? That’s nave. Less.

How to get more out of your wardrobe

Do your research
The open Good On You app is a useful guide to everything from vegan materials, to how a type is performing in terms of labour conditions or animal welfare.

Spotify your kit outs
Plan your social calendar and rent accordingly. For serial wedding-goers, it’s a no-brainer: Have on The Walk offers a wide range of designer dresses and collaborators; while Girl Meets Dress / is more mainstream (and also gashes maternity wear: a great idea).

Recycle your run, and devote in ethical sportswear
Check out Contra, the new brand brought to you by the living soul behind Parkrun, which is ethically produced, non-gendered and fraternity positive. Runners Need will recycle your old trainers all year ring; but from 14 October–29 November there is the united incentive of a £20 voucher in its stores. For trainers that hand down biodegrade, try new Italian brand, Yatay –, – though they’re not inexpensively (from £220 a pair).

Spend less time shopping, and various time making
If you have the skills and time, The Maker’s Atelier proffers beautifully designed dress patterns, alongside specially first-rate fabrics.

Recycle
The majority of our textile waste (66%) continues to landfill. Traid will collect for free from homes in London and some adjacent counties, including Hertfordshire, Surrey and Brighton. Book a chrestomathy at traid.org.uk/23collect.

Tips: Tamsin Blanchard. Hair and makeup: Sam Cooper at Carol Hayes Direction. Shot on location.

• Jess’s new column starts on 19 October.

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