even though memorial day weekend is often coined 'the unofficial start of summer,' i spent the afternoon tackling some spring cleaning: my mountainous clothes pile (well, one of them. the closet is another project entirely).
today i was just concentrating on tops, but even that took me about 2 hours or so to get through. my shirts ranged over 4 to 5 different sizes and plenty of different styles. there was the urban wear (guess, dkny, polo, etc.), the stuff that looked like kid's clothing (bebe, express.. seriously, how do people fit in these clothes? how did i ever fit in these clothes?!), the still-wearable basics i'll never be able to part from (thankfully some things still fit), shirts i was actually okay with tossing, others that were thrown into the donation pile (or donate-to-sister pile), and the rest pretty much fell under "interesting" (sleeves with slits in them? really?).
not surprisingly, some tops still had the tags attached. in my defense, a few were gifted and i didn't feel right getting rid of them, but a majority of the others were from impulse buys. it's obvious from my wardrobe that there are times i get that itch to shop, and shop i do. i'm not even sure i particularly like to shop. but the action of perusing and buying seems to release something from me. and i know there are occasions that i'm buying for no other reason than to buy.
so yes, i'm an emotional shopper. guilty as charged.
(and if you add to that my hoarding tendencies and realization that once i get home i'm not the same fashionista i was in the dressing room, the end result is my closet and mountains of clothing, shoes, accessories...)
luckily, in recent years my rational side kicks in and drags my impractical side back to the store's return aisle. if only i could reason with myself before my brain tells my foot to gas it towards the mall.
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