Last weekend sucked. I felt since I was at a low point I should dig down and really wallow in my misery. With gritted teeth and a mobile clothing rack I plunged in cleaned out the closet. I tried on almost every piece of clothing I owned. I managed to get rid of a significant mound of clothes that no longer fit my curvaceous frame.
I found this process so very hard, this purge was a painful trip down memory lane. My leather mini skirt that Natalie had made for me, my cream lace shirt I wore to the bar that turned heads, stacks of pants and shirts all removed. I had to let it all go, I needed the space, I needed to not think about all the clothes in my closet I could no longer wear.
The deed is done, the items dispersed, and I have space for new clothes. However, I don't want new clothes. I want the space, I want to keep things simple and uncluttered. Okay, maybe a little less cluttered. If only I could keep my life a little less cluttered.
