Did you think that just because I am a food and wine obsessed nut that I was talking about bulimia today? I hope not. That is far too serious a subject for me. I am talking about my closet. I spend a lot of time helping other people get rid of things, which makes doing it for myself far less appealing.
Nonetheless, sometimes it just has to happen. So I spent the weekend getting rid of stuff and “encouraged” (read: “forced”) FKGuy to do the same. There comes a point in time when you realize you just will never fit into those bright pink, size 4 stretch pants again. Those were given to a friend. Clothes that were bought as a mistake? Gone. Clothes that don’t fit? Even if I really, really like them? Buh-bye. Shoes that I will just never wear again? (Hello, once white wedding shoes, now dyed black, I am talking about you…) See ya! Gucci purse I’ve had since I was about fourteen? Adios.
The Vietnam Veterans of America benefited greatly from my purgefest (they didn’t get the Gucci, that is going to consignment shop), and here is why: they made it easy for me. I simply went online, scheduled a day for them to pick up and it was gone.
As an unintended bonus, I managed to find a black handbag that I had given up on using because it was too big. Now, in my iPad-hauling days, it is just the right size, and I don’t need to go out and buy a new purse. Win-win. It feels great to get rid of things that are not necessary anymore.
What was the hardest thing you had to purge? Read Babka’s take on the whole purging thing here.
You are a gifted purger. I consider myself your student. Yet somehow I am sorry you got rid of the pants…promise not to get rid of the Swatch outfit!