I decided to start the new year with a clean slate so to speak and one of the things to do was to clear my wardrobe. Get rid of all the clothes that no longer fitted me, that look crap on me, that I never wear, that ‘might’ fit me again one day but realistically never will. And so I began yesterday going through piles of t-shirts and vest tops and jumpers and hoodies and what have you.
I finished up this morning doing my shoes (whimper 😦 ) and when everything was bagged up nicely for the charity shop, I thought “What the hell, I’ll keep going” and so I tackled the dreaded underwear drawer.
Everything was lumped onto my bed for me to sort…a rather large pile, I thought, considering I can never find something to wear in the underwear department save the ‘old reliables’ on the top of the pile from day to day. I was greeted by some old bits I forgot I owned, like old friends it was like they’d never been away and I resolved to wear them all as soon as possible. Some brought back memories of occasions they were purchased for, the outfits they were to match, memories of my old job…
It’s like having a whole new wardrobe!
And the number on the post, 69? That’s how many pairs there were 😮 That’s not counting those in the wash. Sadly 14 pairs did not survive the cull due to itsy bitsy-ness or being plain old worn out.
But that leaves me with 55+ pairs…enough for a new pair every day til the end of February more or less!