It's official -- I have too many clothes!
Six years of nonstop clothes shopping, combined with an old house with tiny closets -- makes for a disaster. I'm swapping out summer clothes for winter clothes and it looks like a department store exploded inside my house. Heavens, piles of clothes here and mountains of sandals there ...
(the cats are loving sleeping on my sweaters
) I've got plastic sweater boxes under the bed, plastic bins in my tiny closet, pants hung on those drop-down hangers, double closet bars, and it's still not enough.
So I'm taking a vow of shopping abstinence, at least until I can get things sorted out. What I need to do is
make outfits, like they always say on What Not To Wear. I've got the pants, sweaters, sandals, tops, jewelry -- now I have to pull them together. I have my "go to" outfits that I know work and I feel good in, but I need to make everything into an outfit like that. So my goal is to take everything I have and put it together, all the while channeling Stacy and Clinton!
Or get rid of it! Funny how the very first things I bought once I reached goal don't really suit my style any more. It was harder than I ever would have expected to figure out what to buy once I could wear anything and I reflexively shopped for camouflage, even though it wasn't necessary. Now I look at those very first purchases and it's kind of bittersweet because I still remember buying them and the wonder and awe of fitting into little sizes. But I'm being tough and sorting out things that really don't work for Goodwill, even though I feel sentimental about them. Story: the first time I bought a size 4 dress, I had tried on an 8 and then a 6 before I got to the 4, and I stood there in the dressing room and bawled. When I took it out to the cash register, the sales clerk said, "oh, since you're a size 4, you know you have to grab the little sizes right away" ... and I didn't know, because I had never been a size 4 before! Yet she was acting like I was a small person, like I was a normal person!! I'll never, ever forget that.
Enough blathering -- got to get back to work before the Red Cross declares this a disaster area.