I mentioned the other day that I’m a little anxious about BlogHer. FB and I are hammering out our travel plans. Ticket and room were reserved long ago. My calling cards are here – and adorable.
My anxiety? What in the world am I going to wear?
The majority of my wardrobe doesn’t fit very well. I’m basically rotating between 3 pair of pants that are the exact same style but different colors. I have 4 cardigans and a variety of shirts to go under them. A few other blouses. And a ton of dresses. They seem to fit longer. I have a nice wardrobe for work, but nothing that says, “I need to go to BlogHer!”
I decided to spend my day off (yay!) cleaning out my closet. I tried on every article of clothing. If it was too big, it was put in the Goodwill pile. If it fit but wasn’t flattering, into the Goodwill pile. If it was still too small, I asked myself if I would wear it if it fit. If not, in the Goodwill pile it went.
I was kinda sad to see some things go.
Like these pants.
They fall into the “no longer in style” category. I bought them when we lived in our old house. Before Goody’s went out of business. I thought the embroirdery on the leg was so cute. Now I remember why I hate them – they are the smallest 18 pants ever. I still can’t wear them. They are just bad karma. I never wore them. They are gone.
Awww. I love this shirt. It was my first Vera Wang purchase from Kohl’s. Tent-like tank I wore under my purple sweater. But now it’s too tent like. I don’t think it ever was flattering. Now it’s unflattering AND too big. To someone else it goes.
I bought this tank at a consignment shop the first time I got thin, circa 2004. I wore it a lot then. It’s one of the few articles of clothing I kept in my closet through the weight gain. It’s still too small. And the lace and gold sequins are just uncalled for. Goodbye, little grey tank.
From the pale pink up: my collection of t-shirts from Old Navy. Short, 3/4 and long sleeved. Some v-neck, some scoop, some deep scoop. I also have a variety of coordinating tanks that go with them. They are all XXL. No longer fit. I’m very proud of my loss, but this part was really hard for me. I wore these shirts when I had a job where I could dress casual – when I worked (and played!) with kids all day. When I taught the kids about nutrition and we did yoga and everyone called me Miss Krissie. Sigh.
This is a cute melon eyelet wrap dress I wore to my brother-in-law’s wedding. I really loved this dress. And I paid good money for it. But it’ll only wrap so far. It doesn’t wrap far enough.
There are other sad things in these piles: my black wrap dress (I remember wearing it on a date with Nathan), my khaki capris (wore to one of our wedding showers), so many tank tops, a darling black skirt. I guess I better get used to saying goodbye to things as I shrink out of them. Although when it’s time to say goodbye to my green sweater? I’ll probably bury it or make a pillow of it or something. I love that sweater.
Oh, and Farley is proud of me. He kept me company through the whole process.
Now that I’ve opened up space in my closet, I can go shopping, right?
(By the way, my eating was terrible today. The first day I’ve had like that in a while. Glad tomorrow is a new day!)
