Even though technically autumn began a few weeks ago, today, I finally ventured into my closet, and committed myself to start the process of cleaning it out. As I stood there, surrounded by hangers and hangers of clothes, I smiled.
This year is different for me. This is a year of change, and I will not stand with a heavy heart, as I try to decide what is worthy of keeping. I am happy when I look in my closet because I am guessing seventy percent of my clothes will be heading to the donate bin.
And even though some of my favorite sweaters that are too large will remain (because how can you bear to part with an old friend?) I am ready to purge all of the clothes that no longer fit either my body or personality.
A purging of fashion. I am so ready for it.
You see, I really love clothes. I love the feel, the smell and don't get me started on the fabric. Of course, I have a list of new items I either need to replace or add to my collection.
Some things are just classic, and I bear no sadness, getting rid of the pieces that don't fit any longer and replacing them with ones that do. Time to shop for a new denim jacket, white button down shirt, pencil straight skirt and a black dress. That is just the beginning.
This time I won't be sad purging my closet. I am ready to move on.
