No, not that kind.
Although now that I think about it….
Maybe one night would be alright.
I’m talking about my
damn it, the shelves are about to break walk in closet clothing purge.
Last week I sorted through 107 pairs of jeans and capris.
This week? I attacked the shirts.
Should I tell you there were 133 stacked there…. and that’s not counting what was hanging or hiding in 3 large bureaus?
No… I don’t think I will.
Purging is work.
And time consuming.
Not to mention depressing as hell when you realize how many items you actually can’t fit into anymore.
(If you’ve never done this, and have no idea what I’m talking about?
You’re too thin…. and I don’t think we can be friends.)
What to keep?
What to discard?
And have 4 more bags to donate to Salvation Army.
Yes, I hated to give up the Sometimes I Amaze Myself tee shirt… because damn it, sometimes I do!
But you have to be ruthless when you purge.
Before – 133.
After – 47.
I was ruthless I tell you.
Apparently just like the sadistic bananas at your local grocer’s.