Today, I cleaned out my closets with the intention of selling/Goodwilling whatever I can bear to part with. Let’s just say I was surprised/horrified to see just how many clothes I actually own. I sifted through years and years of sartorial memories… the strapless silk dress with the insanely large bust from Fiji that my father bought me when I was 5 (that I’m still waiting to grow into),  the striped polos and plaid pants from my brief foray into preppydom during my high school years, the long flowy skirts from college. I spent a good few hours reliving memories and dividing my wardrobe into keepers and goners.

I’m pretty proud of the results:

Fourteen pairs of barely worn shoes…

Three Ikea bags of clothes (including a few gems like a Fred Perry collection cardigan)…

These bags hold many items, including but not limited to clothes that are ok…

Clothes that were always a little bit off…

And clothes that make me say WTF??!?

But I had to just chuck this pair of paint-spattered Levi’s that are well on their way to becoming chaps…

Now that the wardrobe is conquered, I just have to tackle the two hall closets that are jam-packed with crap! I’ve lived in this apartment for three years, but somehow have managed to not only accrue way too much stuff during my time living here, but also maintain the same level of crap from previous apartments (including those abroad). Oy… wish me luck!


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