|I’m good…but not THIS good.|
I’m a purger. I go through my closet a couple of times a year and purge myself of anything I don’t wear, haven’t worn or purchased by mistake (but leave hanging in the closet because I feel so bad for having wasted the money). Goodwill loves me.
I do it because clutter, any kind of clutter, weighs on me and makes me feel heavy and lethargic…and it’s terrible feng shui. An unorganized closet means I can’t find anything when I need it. Clutter on my dining room table says we don’t have enough room (which we do…we have plenty of room) or we’re too lazy to put it away (most likely the case). Crap stuffed in drawers in an “out of sight out of mind” way doesn’t work for me either. I know it’s there and every time I pass by the drawer the little clutter monster that lives inside taunts me with, “Nanny, nanny boo boo…I’m in here all cozy with my clutter friends and you’re out there hating it.”
So I purge. I’ll blow through my closet, or the kids’ closets or the linen closet or the coat closet, drag everything out I haven’t seen anyone wear and dump it into a green trash bag to be hauled to Goodwill. Or I’ll start putting things away on the tables or counters and throwing away stuff that doesn’t look important because I can’t stand the sight of it laying around anymore!!!
Of course, then I’m accused of throwing away an important document (guilty) or a special shirt (not guilty…it was found in an old suitcase ten years later) when really, if you had put it away or purged it yourself, none of this would have ever happened!
So now that I’ve lost some weight, I find myself in an interesting position. I’ve purged so much that there’s really nothing left in my closet that looks good or fits. And because when I was really heavy I refused to buy anything of value (that’s another post entirely), what is there is looking tired and worn out. And…we’re tightening our belts so an all out shopping spree is not an option; not to mention that if I’m going to lose more weight (which is the plan), spending a bunch of money on clothes right now isn’t the wisest decision.
So this weekend I’m going to the local Goodwill store and see what treasures I can find. There was a time in my life when Channing Tatum in a pair of low slung sweats and no shirt could not have gotten me into a Goodwill store. Ugh! Wear other people’s clothes! Puhleeeeeese.
But I’ve grown. I’m older and wiser now. Labels just don’t mean what they used to mean to me. (Unless you’re talking about shoes. Shoes are an entirely separate matter.) And I’m going to the Goodwill in the ritzy part of town so the cast offs are of a much better quality than my local Goodwill. Plus, by going to the one on the other side of town, I avoid the potential of buying my own stuff back which would be the ultimate irony don’t you think?