So, after an all week meeting that included not one but TWO evenings out until
nearly 10 (translation: two hours past my bedtime) and only one missed workout (Go
me) the big plans for the weekend include sleeping in and cleaning out my closet.
I intend to throw out anything with holes or even incipient holes and give away
anything I haven't worn in a year or have to force myself to wear. ("Well, my mom
gave it to me, and it is a nice shirt, even if it really isn't me.") There will be
exceptions granted for reasons of sentiment, like the gaudy Hawaiian shirt I wore
when I met Rudder (which is also handy when they declare Hawaiian Shirt Day at
work) or the long ball skirt with the black tulle over lilac satin which I love
but don't wear often because I get invited to so few balls, or the adorable denim
dress that just has a bleach spot I keep hoping I can find someone to dye back to
blue. Anything irreparable, however, is gone no matter how much I like it. Regatta
shirts I never wear will be stashed away in hopes of someday making a quilt from
them.
The idea, naturally, is to make room for a bit of shopping; my
idealistic and probably unreachable goal is to have a closet full of clothing I
love.