The big wardrobe downsize
I will freely admit to anyone that I am a hoarder. I won’t get rid of clothes, shoes or accessories because I come up with an excuse, such as:
- I might fit into it when I lose weight one day
- I might fit into it when I put on weight one day
- It would make a great costume for a fancy dress party (that I never get invited to)
- My mythical someday daughter will see me in a photo and wish I’d kept the outfit because it is suddenly retro cool again
- It has a story such as “Oh, but I got this poncho in Bolivia from a little old lady in full Quechua dress at the market”
I even have some makeup that my aunt gave me when I was in early high school, and I still use it, on the occasion that I need some bright 80s eyeshadow.
I don’t know how long I’ll be in LA for, but I’m taking advantage of my current “clear it out, give it away” mentality to do a sweep of my wardrobe so there isn’t so much temptation to squeeze it into my luggage. So far so good. I’ve managed to part with four pairs of shoes, a handbag, a long formal dress, a suit, a skirt, two hats, a scarf and a few belts. And that was just to one friend.
I’m setting aside more things for my 10 year old cousin (who already has a size 8 foot and will soon fit into my size nines) and her dress up box. Mum has already said that she’ll have whatever is left over.
So while people are getting excited as to what they might be able to find in my wardrobe, the sad news for them is that I will still be taking the best and most loved things with me. There will always be room in my luggage for my dress of dresses, the incredible multi-coloured heels, my white hat, my motorcycle handbag, silver crysacolla ring from Mexico and the Bolivian poncho.
This hoarder’s going to hit LA and commit a major fashion faux pas, but what the heck!