Clothing progress . . . one type at a time
I've always had such a hard time getting rid of clothes. No one would ever mistake me for a fashionista, but my weight tends to fluctuate--giving me lots of "this might fit me someday" excuses. Plus I tend to get sentimental about things.
Now that I'm working again, I've been wearing dress pants more often. Because I have no closet in my bedroom, I've stuck the pants all over the place . . . on racks in the attic, and in the only two (small) closets in the house. Often, I'd find that I'd grabbed a pair that were too long, or didn't quite fit.
So this weekend I gathered them all up (more pairs than I thought I had) and tried every one of them on. I tagged the longer ones that should be worn with heels. I hung all the "wear now" ones in the guest room. I hung in the attic three pair that will fit if I lose a few pounds (a reasonable possibility). And perhaps best of all, I bagged up seven pair to give to the Salvation Army.
I suppose this qualifies as a "baby step." For me, it was less overwhelming than confronting everything (even one closet) at once. Perhaps I will move on to dresses and skirts next.