Cleaning Out My Closet

In polite society always dress for the life you desire; fate often follows fashion. 
~ Violet Grey

I finally did it. I cleaned out my closet and dresser drawers and purged them of every item I haven’t worn in the past year or longer. I was ruthless. Here are my discards.

Six large garbage bags stuffed to the gills.

Mostly, these six bags contain garments I haven’t been able to wear since circa 2007, when menopause reared its ugly head. Suddenly, I was no longer able to wear all the beautiful size zero and size two garments I had collected. Ever since, I have been hoping against hope to get back into all those teeny tiny dresses, skirts, pants and tops. Finally, I have admitted defeat.

So many memories. Hundreds and hundreds of dollars spent. A couple of the lovely dresses I got rid of still had price tags hanging from them. But that was almost ten years ago – ten years! – and it is time to let go. Styles have changed. My body has changed.

I have changed.

Now I am a woman “of a certain age” and I am ready to dress the part. No more mini skirts, skinny jeans, or low-cut necklines. No more sweaters with pills or sale items that seemed like a good idea at the time.

All that said, I still haven’t given up on the notion of losing ten or fifteen pounds. Although my weight is considered “normal”, at least according to the BMI charts – and my doctors have no problem with it – I know I would look and feel better if I weighed a few pounds less. Meanwhile, I am going to buy myself some nice clothes that fit my body now, including a new winter coat and a beautiful pair of leather boots. Obviously, I need to do some shopping.

For the time being, this is what my closet looks like.

Dresses and shoes all lined up in a row. I have yet to deal with the clutter on the upper shelf. 
Two denim jackets, a lightweight vest and jacket, and a few tops and bottoms.

In the process of sorting through my wardrobe I dealt with a few regrets and shed a few tears. But now I am ready to move on. On to the next chapter of my life. With the intention of dressing as well as I can while I travel.