There comes a time when you have to just throw everything out and start over. That’s what I wanted to do. That’s what I sort of did.
I haven’t bought clothes in a really long time. I mean, a long time. After my second lay-off in two years, I figured I would just forget about it and write full time. Only that didn’t work out either because my stupid car broke (another story for a different day). So I was resigned to the fact that I needed to get another full-time job.
I landed this job as the assistant to the president. Yeah, I know. I’m still amazed by it too. Anyway, my clothes were fairly worn out. Plus I found I’d gotten myself into a rut. I wore the same things every week. Just rotated them so it didn’t seem like I was wearing the same thing. And I’d gotten lazy and stopped wearing heels. ME. The stiletto queen wore worn out black flats EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. Talk about boring. Then the zipper broke on my favorite pair of black pants. When my husband had to literally cut me out of them he told me to go shopping. He gave me a budget number.
I’d been intending to do that right after the first of the year but life being what it is I couldn’t get around to it until this past weekend.
And so armed with my favorite department store credit card, I went shopping. It was liberating. I had come home with three pairs of pants, a skirt, four shirts. I didn’t even spend the budget which means I get to shop more.
When I got home I got rid of a bunch of stuff I don’t wear. I mean, why do I hang on to this stuff I haven’t worn in more than 5 years? It’s dumb. I’ve talked about this before too. And I don’t know why I have such a hard time parting with clothes. Maybe it’s a female thing.
I still have a long way to go in getting rid of things that have been hanging in my closet for way too long. But hey – it’s a start. I’m also pleased to report I wore new clothes and heels once again this week. ‘bout time.