Interesting how, once you start getting rid of things, it’s quite easy to continue doing so. Perhaps it’s just a matter of what’s in motion tends to stay in motion – and, if so, my household purging is the only thing working these days – but I’ve definitely been on a cleansing bender this past month.
Having Niece #2 here has certainly helped with my efforts but this is one project that would have occurred with or without her. I started shopping for new clothes before I returned to PRU, just two days of concentrated shopping in stores that aren’t readily available to me here. When I got back home, N#2 and I took one day to travel to a nearby city to finish up my clothing efforts. New clothes: complete.
So, then it was a matter of cleaning out my closet. We pulled everything out and piled it on the bed: dresses, tops, trousers, shoes, coats, sweaters. Some things were easily added to the donation pile in the living room: I knew they didn’t fit or weren’t my style anymore. Everything else, I tried on for N#2′s opinion. Again, it was pretty easy: either it didn’t fit, I didn’t like it or N#2 didn’t like it. If I didn’t hit a perfect three, it went into the donation pile.
By the time we finished, I had purged 2/3 of the clothes in my closet. We bundled everything up and took it to a local charity that works in a nearby neighborhood. I liked the idea of helping out a local group and they were very happy to have some good quality adult clothes.
So, now, I have a workable closet. I don’t have much to choose from, actually, but, what I have, I like. I know from my overseas travels that I don’t need as much as I have; every summer, I pack a smaller sized suitcase and, every summer, I still come home with clothes I haven’t worn. Now, I have clothes I will wear because I know they fit and look reasonably nice.
There’s something very liberating about (practically) starting over. I’ve purged my closet; I’ve changed my hair style; I’ve updated my make-up. Now, I want to lose some of the weight that’s accumulated over the last year. N#2 is helping with that, somewhat; we’re cooking at home more often but she enjoys fixing food in the meat and potatoes category – and I enjoy eating it, so I’m not complaining. I’ve cut way back on my snacking in the evenings, though, so that’s been a help. I’m trying to figure out a weekly exercise routine, too, since I need to do more than avoid bread.
It’s time for some changes. I’m restless and, when it comes down to it, unhappy. I’m not sure why but I’m going to keep tweaking things until I do.