Thursday, August 30, 2012

Closet Clearout breakdown

I've finally done a closet clear out. It's something I've been meaning to do for ages, but just haven't done. And let me tell you now I know why I hadn't done it. It was a long process, and there was no shortage of tears there at the end.

I never considered myself to be super attached to my clothing, they were always a stop on the way to my final style evolution: classic and polished. I would just tuck the things I no longer loved, or that no longer fit to the back and keep the new things I adored to the front.  This it turns out makes for a very full closet, and a very full closet makes you think you have a lot of clothing, and therefore options. Now that is an idea I am attached to, and at the end when the loads of clothing that didn't fit or were unflattering were removed and before my laundry was done, my closet certainly looked to be in a sad state.  This is when the tears came.  Not when I was pulling things out and trying them on, or not trying them on because there is no way in hell I'd ever fit that again as I was a B cup when it was purchased and now depending on who measures me I'm a D to DD.  At that point I was fine, I hadn't worn these things in ages, as the mound grew I remained unfazed.  Then came the end when I realized the cupboards were bare so to speak, and the to be gone pile consisted of an overflowing 13 gallon bin bag and jumbo sized Nordstrom bag (from a shoe purchase during their anniversary sale, that I ended up returning, but kept the bag).

Now I freaked, I had nothing to wear. Never mind the fact that what was going were things I hadn't worn in months, years even.  Never mind that I desperately needed to do laundry as is generally the case. Never mind that what was left were things I do currently wear and love, that are of good quality. None of that mattered.  Nor did it matter that few of my sweaters were in that be gone pile and that side of my closet is still full up.  It's too bloody hot for that crap, I have no everyday clothing. Flash forward to a breakdown on the floor of my closet, later another breakdown on the phone with my best friend who is nearly a billion miles away (I still love you even if you can't seem to get into my timezone).

Then I straightened myself up, washed my face (because being freshly scrubbed makes me feel loads better.) and did laundry.  Well actually I picked all of my shirts out of the laundry that needed washing and did the whole laundry thing.  I still need to to some major shopping, but I'm trying to do it proper, and instead of binging on forever21 and the like, I'm trying to pick things up piece by piece.  Shooting for quality and timelessness. I know it's going to be ages, but I quite like the idea of picking a few things here and there over all of it now.  I also like the all of it now idea, I am torn.  But since I can't afford the later, I'm going with the former.