Folks, get your mind out of tabloid world. No, this is not a report on the latest celeb rumored to be having eating disorder issues.
As unglamorous as this may sound, I've been enjoying a thorough purging of my closet over the past few weeks. Piece by piece, outfit by outfit, I've already thrown out two large Hefty bags filled with clothes I haven't worn since...ahem...college. Sigh. Isn't it strange that some of us women can become emotionally attached to a random dress or outfit that holds memories? So I find myself filling a separate bag with pieces I just can't seem to toss out altogether.
My mission is simple -- Keep classic pieces, toss out anything that's too fad-y. And yet this has been one of the most challenging endeavors I've taken on lately. Did I mention unhealthy attachment to clothes?
I never considered myself to be tethered to material things. They're just objects, I keep telling myself. Is it possible that somehow clothes are different since they function much like an everyday creative outlet for people like me? Since I don't draw or paint much anymore, I consider my morning ritual of getting dressed to be my attempt to create something pleasing to my eyes. Grant it, I don't always succeed, but most days, I do dress to reflect some aspect of myself.
But alas, for the sake of my sanity (as well as the groaning rack in my closet), I must see this agonizing yet strangely enjoyable ritual of closet purging to the end. Again, sigh.
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