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A Fashionista’s Worst Nightmare: Redux

15 Oct

One of my first posts to this blog was about how I needed to clean out my closet and get rid of a lot of clothes I never wear anymore.

Well, that hasn’t happened yet. In fact, the opposite of that has happened. Thrift Store Therapy has always been my Prozac, so the fact that I’ve acquired three new dresses, two pairs of shoes, and a sweater shouldn’t surprise anyone. In my defense, none of them were over $4 apiece! And the things I bought at work shouldn’t even count, since between coupons, discount deals, and employee discount benefits, nothing was more than $4 there, either (including the most awesome blue plaid flannel from Guess. I feel like I beat the system on that one; originally it was $90!) I’m not going to mention the seven pairs of awesome fishnet tights I got, since each of them was only a dollar on clearance at Nordstrom Rack anyway.

I’m clearly not very good at curbing my clothing spending, but at least I am phenomenal at maximizing the bang for my buck, right? …Right? SomeonepleasejustifythemoneyIbegyou. Ahem.

On the other hand, I am on the verge of throwing out my only pair of jeans, since they are way too big now. I don’t know if I bought them big, or if I’ve actually lost more of my already lacking booty, but they don’t even remotely fit anymore. And I should try on my slacks soon, since I’ve not worn them in ages, but should with the upcoming colder weather.

Overall, I have put a dozen items in my “Give-Away Basket,” not that I’ve given them away yet. But since I haven’t taken anything out of it all summer, I feel like I’ve already gotten rid of them. And that’s good, right?

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The Clothes-Whore’s Worst Nightmare…

12 Jul

It’s probably about time to clean out my closet.

I recently moved into a new apartment. Far from the magnificent walk-in closet of my old apartment’s master bedroom, I traded the largest closet in the apartment for the bathroom. That’s how my former nine feet of hanging space abruptly became three. I’ve mitigated the issue by folding my t-shirts and pants, instead of hanging them, but when most of my clothes are dresses and blouses, that’s only delaying the inevitable.

The hardest part will be giving up some of my favorite clothes–the ones that don’t fit anymore. I have already relegated four of my favorite blouses, two dresses, and my only three pairs of slacks, to the donate pile. I was lucky enough to lose thirty pounds while I was studying abroad a few years ago, and I hadn’t really done anything except buy smaller clothes since. I still wear a lot of the things that used to fit when I was bigger, and especially blouses and dresses, I just don’t fill out anymore. I love them–the colors and styles–but I need to move on and pray that I never need the larger sizes again.

I have at least five wardrobes now: my retro/40’s-70’s wardrobe, my punk/rock/goth wardrobe, my steampunk wardrobe, my bohemian/preppy wardrobe, and more recently my work wardrobe–which is all black, but not in a way that I can properly combine it with my goth clothes (alas).

Being as unwilling as I am to give any of my styles up, but needing to severely cull everything I have, is going to take its toll. But I’m going to have to downsize once again in about ten months, so I had better get a move on…