this last weekend i did a major cleanup of my closet. i had so many clothes, it took over my room, the floor, and any empty space it could find. as i was going thru tons and tons and tons of old clothes to try and figure out what to keep, what to toss, and what to put in storage, i found that it was like going thru a photo album.
i caught myself thinking.. “oh i wore this the night of my birthday. i dont remember the night but at least i looked cute.” or “dude, i paired this with those jeans to happy hour with angela. i miss her.” and “eww u know whats-her-face has this same top. note to self, never wearing this again” and even “oh god this still has the tag on it? why did i even buy this?”
a lot of my clothes indicate the things that were happening in my life, and just about me in general. i have a thousand and five tunics from my pregnancy days that have actually been useful post-partum. put a belt on that bitch and the shirt turns into the cutest dress. lots of knit sweaters from being so cold all the time in the SF fog, even in the summer. denim thats one size too small but i refuse to get rid of it cuz bitch, i might get skinny again. lots of florals cuz i swear i’m a hippy. solid essentials make up the bulk of my closet cuz you can never go wrong with black and white. and then there are things that blow my mind. like that dress that makes me look like a farmer. or that purple lace getup a la 1986 Madonna. or that top that looks like i bought it at the flea market… or that skirt that looks like a bandeau bra. WTF was i thinking!?
the funny thing is tho, is that i can remember where i bought these, what i bought it for, who i was with, and where i wore it to. cuz like music, my clothes take me back to a specific time and place. its like a flashback to a memory and i always end up smiling. and i think thats why its so hard for me to get rid of shit, cuz i’ve had the best memories in em.
my husband had to intervene and put my whole “maybe” pile into the “hell no” pile to be sold at buffalo exchange. (sadness). and i had to explain to him why i shed a tear for “shit that i’m never gonna wear again”. [dont ever let your husband decide what gets to go, btw. its a fight waiting to happen]. the whole experience was liberating cuz i feel like i’m starting fresh, and getting rid of the clutter in my closet and in my head and in my life! cuz now i have the choice and freedom to reinvent my style, and reinvent myself. not that i want to, but if i did, i’d be able to….cuz my closet is clean. feel me?
and even tho im hella butthurt cuz i shoulda kept that one ruffle halter (cuz it would go so good with the skirt i’m wearing today) the good thing is, that now i have extra room for new clothes and new memories. and did i mention that i get three paychecks in july? =) who wants to stimulate the economy with me?
btw, i ‘m making room for that Hellz Tied Up tank cuz im soooo winning that giveaway.