So it was time. The closet was as close as a closet can get to throwing clothes back out at one who is trying to hang all of one's clean laundry up, and it wasn't pretty. It was time.
I texted my husband and warned him that I was going to weed out whatever we didn't wear anymore or shouldn't wear in the first place and organize what was left. I told him he would still have veto power over his own stuff, but that I was starting, because there wasn't room for his clean clothes in the closet. He texted back, relieved that I was starting the process. Sometimes, it takes a few days of unemployment to get a true procrastinator started on something like that, and I was on Day 2. Of this week.
My copy of The Little Black Book of Style says to edit one's closet mercilessly. It's a good book.
So I began editing. Anything that was the wrong color, too worn, or had lost its shape went. Certain items of sentimental value went, and others stayed, but when I was done, there was enough room that nothing was getting smashed and wrinkled from simply hanging in the closet. And 99% of what was left was stuff we actually wore. I mean, come on. We're vegan, and we live in Southern California. The long, wool, winter coats left from our pre-vegan days in Colorado had to go. I threw out my retainers from high school last week. The clothes could go to charity this week.
Clearing out the old stuff made a little room for the new stuff. And I recently bought a pair of shorts for the first time in 17 years. My legs have not seen the light of day in nearly 2 decades. It was time. And they not only fit well, they were actually a good color on me. And how often do you find teal shorts??
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