So, working where I do (the Fashion Emporium), I buy clothes like most people buy groceries. Meaning, I generally bring home at least 1 piece of clothing a week (if you average it all out). This is insane. My husband thinks so. And I’m starting to agree with him.
I was looking at my closet the other day. Crammed FULL to bursting with not even my entire summer wardrobe. That’s right folks: SUMMER wardrobe. Not entire wardrobe. Not Spring and Summer wardrobe. Just Summer. PART of summer. It’s ridiculous, and a little bit embarassing, because I complain about how we don’t have much money and while I think that there are a lot of factors that contribute to that, a big factor looks me in the eye every time I look in the mirror.
My “consume less” resolution lasted until February. Then I just picked up right where I’d left off.
So, working where I do, I also watch a couple of episode’s of TLC’s “What Not to Wear” every week. It’s good fashion tips for me, plus the some of the women who come into the store treat every word that fall from Clinton and Stacey’s honeyed lips like gospel. And while I think that a lot of times: they’re dead on, there are other times when I would choose differently. But one of the things they keep talking about is finding a few key pieces that you LOVE and build around them. Me? I got no key pieces. I’ve got pieces that I like. I’ve got pieces that I thought I’d like more when I bought them. I got pieces that I loved initially, but the ardor has cooled significantly. I have pieces I feel like I should love, and don’t. I’ve got pieces that I want to love, but can’t. I’ve got pieces that worked at one time, but for various reasons: no longer do. I’ve got pieces I bought because they were such a good freaking deal it was silly to pass them up. I have one piece that I adored, adored, adored in the store and in all our marketing. I bought it when it went on sale so I got it for like $14.99. But you know what? I don’t like it on me. I really really don’t. But I’m sort of stuck with it now.
So I’ve decided to go back on the “no unnecceary consuming” bandwagon, and I’ve also decided to purge my closet. If I don’t love it? I’m taking it to a consignment shop. Period. Because it’s foolish to have a closet crammed to bursting of clothing you are only lukewarm about.
Mairsy Dotes 
