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I don’t want you to think I’ve gotten lazy and just started piling my clothes on top of the bed. Nope. I did this on purpose. See, I’m decluttering. Again. Those of you who follow my status updates on Facebook know I declutter with some regularity. Um, okay, you know that I attempt to declutter with some regularity. Look, I just have a lot of crap. And I don’t like to get rid of my crap. I actually have trouble letting go of my crap. Some days I feel like I’m just one tragedy away from showing up on an episode of Hoarders.
Anyway, back to my clothes. I have a lot of clothes. Which is surprising because I never have anything to wear. Or I just wear the same things over and over and over. I read somewhere that we wear 20% of our clothes 80% of the time. So, decluttering experts say that you can get rid of 80% of your clothes.
That’s what I’m trying to do.
But it’s so hard! I don’t want to get rid of anything!
See that pile of clothes on the corner of the bed in the front of the bed? That’s a whole pile of graphic tee-shirts. Now, I have quite a history with graphic tee-shirts. Especially oversized ones. I used to go to school wearing shirts like that. With rolled up sleeves, of course, to make me look cool. Somewhere in that pile is the shirt that I got from the Roots store in Toronto that I bought so I could pretend that I was an Olympic athlete (I also have an Olympic beret that I wear during the winter when I pretend to be a winter Olympian). Also, in that pile is a shirt that I bought from the JC Penney’s junior department three years ago that proclaims “I’m a tank top, flip-flop kinda girl.” I’ve never worn that shirt but I strongly identify with that sentiment and so I definitely don’t want to get rid of it. Now, I’m much cooler than I was in high school so I don’t wear many graphic tees with rolled up sleeves anymore but I keep them because the
hoarder responsible voice in my head says that I
might need them for painting. Not that I
do a lot of painting.
I’ve got a few dress shirts somewhere on the bed. They’re classics from Ann Taylor Loft that I doubt will ever go out of style. Problem is, I
got fat outgrew them. But I don’t want to get rid
of them because what if I manage to lose the 25 pounds that I’ve gained since I
bought them (look, it’s been a rough couple of years) and I can comfortably
wear them again one day? It could happen!
There’s a dress pile too. Until last year, I didn’t really wear dresses but I certainly have a lot of dresses! Like the red knit dress with a cowl neck that I wore twice – both occasions around ten years ago. But I looked awesome in that dress. Or at least that’s what everyone told me. Anyway, it’s been hanging in the back of my closet since I moved into my house. Before that it hung in the back of my closet in my apartment. And, well, before that, it hung in the back of my closet in my bedroom at my parents’ house. I know I’ll probably never
fit into wear it
again. But I don’t want to get rid of it
because I like looking at it. When I can
get to the back of my closet.
I don’t even want to get started on the pants. I’ve got pants in three different sizes. The size I grew out of. The size I prefer because I hate tight clothes. And the size that my fashion-forward friends told me that I really am. I keep them all because, well, I might need them all someday.
See, it’s just so difficult! Now, I do have two small bags ready to go to the Salvation Army but I think I can - no, I need to - get rid of more. So. Any advice? How do you know when it’s time to let go and get rid of your clothes?
Maybe I'll just keep the clothes on the bed until I wear each article of clothing at least once! Who needs a guest bed anyway?