I spent part of the weekend cleaning out my closet. Trust me, it needed it.
After trying on EVERY. SINGLE. ITEM. in my closet, and getting the thumbs up or down from my co-conspirator, I had 2 piles: keep, and donate. The donate pile was twice as big as the keepers. This is a good thing. Now my closet is filled with only those things that fit and flatter.
We noted a few "holes" in my wardrobe - a couple more jackets (1 gray, 1 in a print), trousers that aren't denim (I have 8 pair of jeans, and virtually no other bottoms), and "lounge wear;" (the grungy, ill-fitting pjs and tees went in the donate pile, or garbage, depending in the degree of blech).
In the meantime, getting dressed is a pleasure, instead of a chore.
Plus? I feel cute again. Yes, that matters. A lot.
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“God is definitely out of the closet.”
~ Marianne Williamson