I discovered that I am a clothes hoarder this past week, and never really knew it. Just like those folks on that TV show, I missed the red flags waving, as I purchased black tee's and white French cuff button down shirts season after season without so much as a "where-am-I-supposed-to-fit-these-in?" thought.
Mmm hmm. I spent a few hours this past weekend cleaning out my clothes closet. It occurred to me that I hadn't done this is since...well...judging from some of the items hanging in my closet... the mid-to-late 80's.
The thing that prompted me to clean things out is the simple fact that, when I sit up in my bed, reading or on my laptop, or whatever...and the door to the walk-in closet is open, I have a straight on view of things (the photo above is the view from my bed, when the closet door has been left open...)....see what I mean?
Ya baby. I apparently heart me some white shirts. And brown And black. And...well, you get it.
I realized that I had quite a few white shirts and tops hanging in a long row there, which graduates to the mochas, the browns, the oranges, the reds...(I guess what I am saying is that I keep my clothes color coordinated in my closet, as well as by what they are- shirts, skirts, pants, dresses....It's easier to find things this way, and I like the way it looks, all peaceful and orderly.) and looking at them that particular evening from my bed, I suddenly realized that I still manage to only wear the same six or seven outfits every week of my life.
I began at one end of the closet and started looking at things, trying some of them on for size and such, going down memory lane. ( Oh yes, I wore this at the Pops on the River party three years ago...) It had me wondering in some cases, what exactly possessed me to purchase some of these items in the first place. I mean, just how many black cocktail dresses are too many? (If the answer is six I am over the limit.) Am I ever really going to wear that silver crocheted top out in public? (If the answer coming from me is yes, someone needs to stop me.) Is that maxi length velvet (Velour?) jacket a little too "early-70's-Stevie-Nicks", or "the-artist-formerly-known-as-Prince" looking to be out and about in this fall? (Ummm-ya, probably so...) This conversation in my head and decision making went on for an hour and half, folks. Then, I took a break and went to bed, and finished things up the following night.
Once I finished with all of the hanging items, I fearlessly tackled my lingerie area. Now people, I knew I was a shoe girl, and openly admit that, but I hadn't realized myself just how much I apparently also covet pretty underthings. (Again the questions began in my head, like.... if a girl has more than 12 bras should she find herself a 12 step program for that? ) What can I say? I have a weakness for girly underthings and nighties with satin ribbons, or lace...or both. And...if it's pink, it's even better.
In the end, it still appears that I have enough clothes, unmentionables and shoes to last me through the rest of my fifties, even after I filled three over flowing plastic trash bags with items for donation.
Now, if I can just remember to look past my favorite few outfits and wear the rest of what's hanging here, I'll be doing great.