After our move in July I just threw....yes, that is the correct term.. threw my less than desirable clothes into my new closet. I wasn't interested in organizing anything, so they got tossed into place and my shoes in a pile on the floor.
The new year began and evey blog in blogland was giving out information on organization...not one of my strengths or passions. One suggestion that stuck with me came in a question, "What If?" I don't remember all the tips, but what I got out of the post was, What if I only kept clothes in my closet that I loved? What if I removed all those "one day" clothes that only remind me I haven't been to the opera in years? What if I only kept clothes that made me feel pretty? What if I had the courage to dispose of all those "frumpy" clothes that only make me feel fat? What if I only kept jeans that were flattering?
My self-talk marched my willing body into the closet of dreaded clothes. I pictured Mary Poppins as she cleaned the room with clothes dancing to her command.
"Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more, no more, no more....hit the road Jack", well not a Mary Poppin's song, but one that commanded obedience. Each garment seen in countless pictures for over a decade...good bye! Every garment that only covered my body, but didn't put a skip in my step....so long!
Yes, that means my closet rods lifted as the weight of "less than desirable" pieces of clothing were flung into a heaping pile. Now the floor only holds shoes that are comfortable, stylish and not worn out.
I did take a tip I had heard and put it into action. Put your clothes on the rod with the hanger hanging backwards. As you wear the garment return them with the hanger going the right way. At the end of a year you will see what you didn't wear all year....add those to your donation box.
Now I look into my closet...everything is color coordinated, winter clothes separated from spring and summer....many combinations can be seen.
JEANS!!!!!!!! That was the biggest hurdle. I had a couple of pairs of nice jeans...now nice is an oxymoron when it comes to jeans, now days "nice" jeans mean you spent a bank load of dollars, and they usually have holes in them or rind-stones on the bottom....I mean, jeans that make me look slimmer and don't have holes or glittering bottoms. For some reason I felt I had to save them for special occasion...not anymore, I got rid of the worn-out, less than flattering jeans and decided to wear the "nice" jeans every day.
I am satisfied...even though my choices are limited, it allows me to dress each day with more "spunk" and since "spunk" is one of my words, I feel I have moved one more step forward.
Are you hanging onto clothes you don't especially like? If so, why? It's a New Year!