Cleaning Out My Closet

Remember that getting rid of clothes I never wear project? Here are their last journeys before meeting the inside of a trash bag.

(Old: black/floral shirt dressed up with new booties and skinny jeans.)

(Old: American Eagle striped shirt dressed up with semi-new pumps and cardigan.)

(Also the first time I've mixed patterns. Kind of scary at first, but I'm a fan.)

(Old: Leopard blazer dressed up with belt, undershirt, and leggings.)

(Old: Shirt dressed up with my new hair cut. I had about 5 of these basic tops and tossed them all due to lack of quality.)

Half of the pieces slated for re-wear bit the dust before I even gave them another shot, while others were simply too big or too small. As documented in this recent entry, I also gave some of my old spring/summer wardrobe pieces a second chance after finding their accessory soulmate.

As for the couldn't-part-withs, I have a bag of them set aside for a neat little (future) project at Southern Sheek.

Thanks to this journey, I've become more acquainted with the Goodwill bag than ever before, and I've said farewell to the "But what if I need it or miss it when it's gone?!" mindset. See you in another life, old wardrobe.

My Week in Photos

Spring: flowers blooming, garden planting, Easter planning, pastel nail painting, spring wardrobe cleaning, sweet tea brewing, and sitting in the sun.

It's been a good week. Enjoy your Easter weekends, even if they have nothing to do with rabbits or Jesus.

Good Riddance to Good Rubbish

I've been slowly poring over boxes and baskets and trash bags full of my belongings for the past week in an effort to smartly pack. I have the luxury of time on my side for the only instance in my history of many-a-move, so it would be a disservice not to organize now. The conclusion I've come to: I have so much clothing, it's ridiculous. In fact, as David Cross would say, it's so ridiculous, it's ridonkulous.

I'm also doing several loads of laundry and have THREE unpictured dressers. I clearly have a problem.

I've slowly managed to stack a mountain of boxes and bags that are destined for Goodwill, but there are still far too many "to keep" piles for my taste. I tie weird sentimental value to some items of clothes, as if the clothing will some how hold the memory, but that's bullshit. I hold the memory in my head, so I've just gotta start letting stuff go.

Enter a new program I'm implementing on myself. Those stragglers I never wear but have somehow made it through multiple moves are finally gonna get the boot... after I wear them one last time. I figure if I dress up the shabby digs, snap an Instagram, and give each of them one last adventure, I can let 'em go without a hitch. I'm gonna minimize my wardrobe, one day at a time. Oh, and you get to see it all. Word.

If you want to give me some gonnas to do, or even just chat, email me at:

imgonnadothatgirl@gmail.com