When it comes to clothes, switching over seasons in theroy sounds like something one would do in oh, lets say- May?- I on the other hand just got around to it this past weekend…. in July.
I could go on about how busy I’ve been with work, the kids, summer camp- but lies. They are all lies.
Have I been busy? Yes, of course… but my reason for putting off my seasonal closet switch? Shear laziness. There. I said it.
I can’t help it. I dread it- especially the part where I have to come to terms with articles of clothing I know I will never wear again. I’m talking my “skinny jeans” that my child-bearing-hips are never transforming back for, the adorable dresses and tops I wore once- 3 years ago- but still swear I will find a place to wear them again, and never do… and the clothes that I loved so much, have worn every where, are not even in style any more- but DAMMIT I love them!
All Mine. True Story.
I’d like to say this is a “new” problem, but this is an on going problem I’ve had since I was a teenager. Sure, I donate lots of clothes throughout the year, but I still always have a pile that seems to keep growing of cute clothes I know I will not wear but simply CANNOT part with… and when I looked in this weekend, I realized just how scary it has gotten.
While I have never considered myself a fashionista… or a label whore (because believe me the only labels you will find in this mess have red marker through them from an overstock store or say in pretty script “Charlotte Russe“) it has become apparent that over the years I’ve become a bit of a hoarder collector of fashion, and dare I say- though not too loud…
I have too many clothes!
-I know, that statement has just made me a disgrace to women around the world–
But nevertheless- Yes, me. The girl who cries “I have nothing to wear” every time I stare in my closet. The trouble is I do have plenty of clothes- collector pieces, but not nearly as many pieces I would (or could) still realistically still wear… but I still keep them on the thoughts of “some day”.
So I finally decided “some day” is not coming. If its outdated- it wont be worn, if its too tight- it wont be worn, if its been over-worn,- it wont be worn…. so I painstakingly took 2 hours sifting through my closet and putting together bags for donation -and believe me with every cute top I loved that I put into that bag I felt a stabbing in my heart ::tear:: but in the end I did it.
My closet was fresh and organized to start for the summer.
After I was done, I had to get dressed for a birthday party and was easily able to pick out an outfit- It was refreshing. I felt reborn.
Of course, being the complicated mama I am- I couldn’t be completely organized. I still had to run out hours before the party for a gift…. which I got….. along with a pettiskirt & dress for Princess Complicated……. and 2 new tops for me. –Damn you TJ Maxx why must you make me love you so?–
{{sigh}}
Anyone care to hold an intervention?
Disclosure: NO, (unfortunately) I was not compensated by nor do I hold a relationship with any reps from TJ Maxx or Charlotte Russe- though would gladly accept any future offers to be able to call shopping at their stores “work”…. and btw- how sad has blogging gotten that I felt the need to put a disclosure on a post that was completely my own.?? Ri-dic.
