Every year around this time, I feel pressured to join in on the whole “spring cleaning” thing. *Cue dramatic eye roll.* Suddenly, my feeds are flooded with endless tips, tricks, and reasons why I should declutter my home—especially my closet. (Even here at Vogue, I was nudged to “curate my clutter.”)

But here’s the thing: As a Gemini, I don’t like being told what to do. And, as it happens, I *like* my chaotic, overflowing closet—thank you very much!

Call it the Marie Kondo effect, but lately, there’s been so much emphasis on living minimally and ditching the “physical baggage” we don’t need. Closet purges are everywhere—my former Vogue colleague Liana Satenstein even built a whole business around helping people clean out their wardrobes. Kondo, the decluttering queen, claims that physical clutter ties to emotional clutter—and that we should only keep what “sparks joy.” I get it—but what if *everything* in my wardrobe sparks joy?

When I open the doors of my three packed closets, I can’t help but smile. I *love* my mess! Some might see a jumble of too many clothes, but I see stories and memories in every piece. That black blazer stuffed onto one of my four rolling racks? Wore it to meet Lady Gaga. (No big deal.) Those red-soled Louboutins? Snagged them at a sample sale—right next to Julia Roberts, who was shopping too. Call it hoarding, but my clothes are more than just aesthetics—they’re keepsakes. Some people collect scrapbooks or fridge magnets; I collect clothes. Sue me.

And look, I’m not a total monster. I *do* believe in keeping only what we truly need. If something’s broken or doesn’t fit anymore, sure, it’s time to let go. But I don’t buy into tossing things just because they’re “outdated.” Too many times, I’ve purged items for being “out of style,” only to see them come back a year later. Plus, we should wear what we love—who cares if it’s not trending or by the latest It-designer?

So, sorry spring cleaning enthusiasts, but I won’t be clearing out my closet this year—no matter how hard you try to guilt me into it. I refuse to part with my gorgeous little treasures just because I have a lot of them. My mountains of style mementos mean something to me. I’ll take my beloved mess over a sterile, empty closet any day.