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Ok, somehow I have hit a point that never before have I reached.
In the past I have gotten rid of untold amounts of clothes, thousands most likely, but right now it is almost like something akin to a light switch has clicked on. I am racing to get rid of the clutter and schmatter in my closet. I had a very grown up attitude that I would carefully list it on EBay, but to be honest with you, I don't want to do that. I want it gone as soon as it can be gone.
It has become my new bookshelf. Remember when I started clearing all read, unread or not interesting to me books? Every day I would think I had reached that magical point of only owning what I really had to have, books I couldn't live without. Well every day I kept finding another one, and another one...until my books are now from over a thousand to less than one hundred and still getting fewer each day.
Similarly with my clothes. I told myself that every piece I owned I loved and cherished. Cherished so much I didn't remember most of what I owned and I certainly didn't wear even a tidgy fraction of it.
Today I got rid of two big bags. This is only the tip of the iceberg...but I feel motivated. I know my getting rid of can be of benefit to others.
I have had a few thoughts in mind as I have been on my mad clear out.
* If it looks cheap, I don't want it. That is not to say I want designer labels, I don't. But I am not a teenager who is strapped for pennies. I have plenty of other items that mean I don't have to wear cheap rubbish. And by cheap I don't mean cost, most of my clothes are second hand, I mean cheap as in, oh I washed it once and it fell apart.....type cheap.
* If it makes me look mumsy like, I don't want it. By that I mean dumpy, frumpy and American tan pantyhosed. This is not the look for me. I am not a lady from the 1970s.
* Would I buy it again? No? Out it goes.
* Would I like to wear the style? No? Out it goes.
* Am I only keeping it because it was expensive? Yes? Out it goes.
* Does it fit with the looks I love? No? out it goes.
The sheer amount of clothing I still am yet to get rid of overwhelms me. In fact in reality, I care so little about what I own, that now, literally less than an hour after packing the first bag, I couldn't tell you what's in there.
My consolation and it is a good consolation, is that others can benefit from my foolhardy past behaviours.