Last weekend I finally switched my clothes out.Â Yes, it’s January.Â Winter arrived long ago, but between traveling and Colorado’s schizoid weather, I’ve done quite well just raiding the cedar chest for a sweater every once in a while.Â I finally had the time and the external motivation of frigid weather to complete the task.
I learned a few things as I changed clothes around and sorted through so much of it.Â Here are a few of the things I learned or relearned . . .
1. My body has changed a lot in the last few years.Â I’m wearing the same sizes, they just fit differently.Â I don’t necessarily like the way they’re fitting.
2. My calves look pretty good in heels.
3. After 30 seconds in heels, my calves cramp for the next 24 hours.
4. Cramped calves are a good incentive for getting rid of some of those heels.
5. In the past, when I’ve found shoes that fit I would buy them.Â Consequently I have a lot of shoes.
6. If you paid attention to #2-4, you won’t be surprised to learn that I’m getting rid of some of my shoes, some of my beautiful shoes . . . and some of the not so beautiful ones.
7. It feels good to bring order to the chaos that was my closet.
8. Achilles surgeries brought significant change to my functional wardrobe.Â A lot of those changes have coincided with organizational dress changes.Â Consequently, I have a lot of clothes that I love that are dressier than the places I have to where them.
9. I really do love order.Â It may be an immense challenge to create it and maintain it, but I love it when it’s there.
10. I have too much stuff.Â I think part of it is innate to me.Â The memories connected to the stuff make parting with it more difficult.Â I think another part of it is connected to having lived in Africa so long.Â Because buying clothes where I lived meant finding fabric, finding a picture or a piece of clothing to copy, and going to a tailor (multiple times), I learned to buy a lot every few years.Â I also learned to keep it all for as long as possible.Â I’m in the process of changing this, but it’s not easy.
And a bonus . . .
11. I am incredibly blessed with stuff.Â 10 years ago I arrived in this country with a small carry-on.Â That’s it.Â I had a few clothes for colder weather stored at my parents’ home, but not much of anything.Â Today I have too many clothes.Â It’s really a pretty good problem.
What have you learned lately?