One thing I have consistently been in my life is fairly picky about my appearance. As a result, I do love shopping for clothes and accessories. I'm quite girlie that way. Of course, it helps when I have funds or gift cards with which to do so, and it is even more fun if I have a need to fill.
I've been in the midst of a closet purge, getting rid "What Not to Wear" style the clothing that shouldn't be in there. The vast majority of what is being removed is coming out not because it isn't stylish or appropriate, but because it doesn't fit anymore. It is just too big!
As I am approaching what may be the smallest I have ever been as an adult, I am realizing just how attached I am to some of this clothing. Today to wear to work I grabbed a pair of pants that are the lower half of a suit. In December 2008 I wore the jacket to a job interview -- unbuttoned -- but the pants? No way would they fit! Today they were so big on me, it was comical.
As I was consigning them to the "donate" pile, I was actually sad. A few other pieces in my wardrobe I'm not just ready to part with, even though they are really, honestly, too big. It feels like I've spent too much of their "lives" either too fat to fit into them the way they should be worn, or too "skinny" to wear them the way they should be. I know I've gotten wear and use out of them, and that by donating them to charity others will also get further use out of them. Still, I'm having a hard time saying goodbye.
It does, however, free up more hangers for the new clothes. 5 kitchen trash bags of old clothes are on their way to charity, once the snow and ice has disappeared sufficiently where I can haul them out to my car without the danger of falling on my arse. And I do love new clothes!