I have two small closets in my bedroom, and that's where I keep current-season clothes. The big closet in the hall is where the other season clothes are stored. I used to have emotional attachments to my clothes. But not anymore.
For years I held onto my maternity clothes. Or, more specifically, the three dresses I bought while I was pregnant: a beige flowered spring dress, a yellow dress, and this denim jumper.
A dress I wore once to Carol and Michael's wedding in 1989 sat in my closet until just last year. I would have kept that but at a size zero or so, I finally had to admit that it'd never fit me again.
And just three years ago I gave my mom this Morgane LeFay swing coat that I bought in 1989 in Soho. Many of my clothes at the time were from Morgane Le Fay. Those I wish I'd kept.
I remember the day I bought this coat. I was on my way to a party given by Andy C, from my hometown. I was trying to rid my mind of Eric, after our first breakup (there would be many more). A hypnotist was at the party, and I asked him to hypnotize me into forgetting Eric ever existed. It didn't work. (I am grateful for that, lest Alexander would not have been born).
But since working in retail, I have been upgrading my wardrobe. And, I have been donating/giving away anything I have that is similar and that I like less than what I just bought. My test? If, when I go to my closet to wear a white blouse, I always chose A over B, C and D, even though B, C and D are perfectly fine, than out go B,C and D.
I make a pile of pants. All black except for one in navy. All in good shape. All still fit. All still in style. And all I never wear. A nice open space remains where these pants used to hang.
It is very liberating to have a shrinking closet.
It makes the spring-summer/fall-winter switchover so much easier. I was done in under an hour.
Bookcases are next.
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