Today I returned to my closet to organize and pare down my wardrobe, and found myself at the start of a trip down memory lane. My clothes spent a lot of time in discussions with me, and their conversations went something like this: "Don't get rid of me. We went to some awesome Halloween parties and spent our first Halloween with Lucas"; "I was your favorite blouse during that Goth phase"; "Keep me- I got you sooo many compliments at the office for how professional you looked!"; "You were pregnant and not even showing and I helped bring out that glow"; and my fave- "You have to keep me- I was a gift from someone special" (even though 1. no longer fits; 2. and 3. outgrew in style; 4. doesn't fit style OR body; and 5. you did your job and its time for a new home.
My trick to dealing with the dreaded Closet Overhaul is to picture your closet space as real estate market. Every square inch needs to be treated like its paying rent, and if something is taking up space and not being used, it needs to go so you can make room for the things you love and will wear.
While I can't exactly peg this one as a "Zen Moment", it IS a work in progress. One giant Goodwill bag later, I feel secure saying that its in the works, and hopefully my new wardrobe will reflect my new phase in life- wearing clothes that fit my body AND spirit, and the place where I'm at now- new mom, nonstop adventures, creative and able to cleanup messes in a single bound ;)
