Revelations From a Closet
Friday, June 08, 2012
Some of my Spark friends know that we've been on a journey at our house to clear out the clutter for several weeks. The final room was the bedroom. Mainly the closet. Yesterday was the day and here's what happened.
The hubby went through his things (actually he did his Wednesday night) and laughingly said, "This is easy! If there's dust on it, I don't wear it." And off to either the donate or throw away piles it would go. When I started through my things Thursday morning I was doing pretty good making those choices myself as these were the size or next one down that I knew what I would wear or not, but it was not as easy as the hubby made it to be because I had several sizes to weed through. I found it was getting harder as the sizes got smaller. My first pass was "this looks too young for me now" and into the bag it would go. The second pass was an effort to only keep 2-3 items in those sizes for future and then fill in as needed. (Other than the smaller sizes as I plan to need more of those.) I had to leave the project for a few hours as it was our playdate/lunch with friends but I had already filled 4 kitchen size trash bags so dropped those off on the way home. It got even harder in the afternoon as I was tackling a tub of clothes (all the others had actually been in the closet) that were my favorites in the smaller sizes. I couldn't keep them all. Again, some were just too young looking, some were housing crackly elastic and others I just needed to decide whether I wanted to wear it again or not one day. I found myself in tears. I don't know if it was just the memories associated with the clothing that was going away or if it was sadness over who I had been years ago (thinner). I'm leaning towards the second thought because as I type it a day later those are the words that bring tears to my eyes. Maybe I should have done this long ago...sort of like crossing another emotional stronghold in the journey.
There was a fun part to going through the clothes. Seeing how cute the smaller sizes were and remembering how much I enjoyed wearing those clothes brought smiles. Maybe there will be extra incentive to make the right choices so I can get to those clothes again.
And a confession...I did give in to some emotional eating last night. Ice cream! At least today I'm wrapping the logic around myself instead of total emotions so we're back on track. The gym was a must today!