My approach with clothing is that it has 1-2 years as "best", the next couple of years as "respectable" (I don't mind other people seeing me in it), then it moves to "gardening" until it falls apart to the extent of being unusable, a process that takes anything up to 10 years. So the simplest maths shows that at any time my wardrobe is stuffed full of gardening clothes with very little in between. I cope by not mending gardening clothes, and allowing them to decline gracefully at their own pace. I wish my husband would do the same - every hidden space in the house is full of sandals held together with elastic bands.