My life in clothing: an inventory

I have a lot of crap.



So much so my closet is always a mess, walk in closet? Not even close. Hubs and I are subjected to leaning as far in as humanly possible and reaching for an article of clothing that is more than likely out of our reach so we have to settle for what is right inside the door. For the fear of falling and being impaled by some lost forgotten what not is to great my friends, to great.


I would say that it is Husbands fault too but it totally isn't, I just place the blame on him so I don't have to go through my stuff. I will say it isn't like I have a lot of nick nacks and such, oh no it is all clothing.


I love clothing so much it is almost unhealthy. There is nothing I love more than a (very) full closet, the choices, the possibilities. The problem is there was a time when I filled my closet with less than stellar items. Like items from a thrift store and no I don't mean vintage. When I was in high school it was the ting to wear thrift store sport Jerseys but of the little kid kind. There was nothing like finding a bright orange kids soccer Jersey with the with words TIMBITS written on the back. If you found that you stuck gold. Those days were priceless, on the last Wednesday of the month certain tags were different percentages off I could get stuff for pennies, PENNIES!!! All I needed for back to school was $20.00 and I was set. Then came the time when I got a job at Old Navy, Oh Old Navy how I loved you and your discount card. I filled my closet with the latest fashions, it was awesome working in logistics because we got to see everything before it was even out on the floor. From the day I was hired I have been hooked on ON, granted sometimes they have shotty fashion but I know their clothes like the back of my hand. I know what fits, what works, how much things will shrink. This is dangerous because I don't have to step foot in a dressing room, let alone a store. I can shop in the comfort of my computer chair wearing sweats. And let me not even get in to the specials and discounts galore that they have (omg I sound like a commercial)


I am a self diagnosed clothes hoarder, I never want to get rid of anything in case of the what if. I mean I could have not worn it in years but the moment I see I have to keep it. Why? You may ask? I have no idea. I am not a size 10, nor do I ever think I will be that size again. It is nothing against me but, I don't think that was a manageable weight for my body considering I was only a size 10 for one year because I was so hella active that eating was an afterthought. That was 2004, I still have clothes that are a size 10 in my closet as we speak.


I need to do an inventory and actually try things on, and ask Do I feel good in this? Meaning do I feel good about myself in this? and if the answer is no, then to the good will with you!


I think I will be surprised at how much I get rid of. I am tired of wishing away my body when I really want to embrace it, because this is here and now and why live in the past?


This is coming from a new opportunity that may be coming my way (prayers please I need this so badly to work out), which will cause me to leave some of my ho humness in the dust. If this works out I will be spending more time in grown up clothes (ha) and look more like an adult then a college kid. When this opportunity came up I actually had to say "uh, what the heck am I going to wear?" I have no real dress clothes, I mean not even business casual ones. I have the beginnings of it but I am no where close to having what I would need to not have to do laundry all. the. freaking. time. You can't even say the words Jeans, let alone wear them ( this is not a true statement except for the wearing them part, you still can't do that).


So it is time my dear readers to part with the past and embrace the here and now.


P.s. My boobs are super jiggly today. I am wearing a bra that I don't wear that often because it is black and I mostly wear lighter colors and I am not about to pull and Britney. I was walking out the warehouse to drop off some paperwork and looked down and was mesmerized by own boobs.