I wrote yesterday about being at the bottom of the well and finally realising why I'm so miserable. With acknowledgment came a measure of energy and I immediately turned that to good use with some cleaning. And discovered that the key to successfully decluttering your life is to dial your care factor down to about zero and your apathy up into the extreme range.
Generally I'm a thrifty girl and I hate waste. I still darn my socks, take in clothes that are too big and generally repair before I replace. Unfortunately my thriftiness goes a little too far sometimes (like hanging onto my maternity pants for mowing the lawn and just clipping all the excess wastage together so they stay up) and as I put away the washing last night I realised that I've reached an intersection where changes must be made and a new direction sought.
Because no girl who struggles to get out of bed in the morning is ever going to win that war if she has to put on underwear that's too big for her or a bra where the underwire is sticking out. And thus commenced an epic purge. Underwear that's too big. Gone. Bras that need any kind of repair - turfed. Jeans with rips, ruined zippers, etc...binned. Then I went further. All slacks for work - tossed*. Any clothes I've ever been dubious about, out. Unless I feel super comfortable or like a million bucks when I wear it, see ya later alligator.
Now I feel a shopping trip coming on...
* I always feel better in a skirt when I'm at work. Charles perked up at this one and tried to get me to toss all my jeans and cargos so I never wear pants of any kind again but the stars were, unfortunately, not aligned in his favour.
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