I love how I looked when this picture was taken years ago. It was a period where I was exploring my feminine side, as well as making many clothing mistakes which enabled people to "clock" me. Now, I have developed a reasonable self-confidence, but have an overflowing closet to show for it.
Going through my closets tends to be a disruptive experience. Tossing things I never wear into donation bags isn't the problem. Instead, it'd the feeling that I might just wear these garments again (or for the first time) in the future. There are dresses in my closet that I haven't worn yet thanks to Universal Standard's mystery boxes, as well as dresses in the closet which no longer excite me. So, pruning my closet is the only logical thing I can do.
A similar thing has to be done with my undies and my bras. The difference is that whatever I no longer want to wear has to go into the trash bin. Yet, this isn't as hard as it could be. Whenever I find something on the verge of wearing out, I toss it. Given that I've been buying a better grade of undies than I originally bought in the stores, my old drawer of "unmentionables" is getting a refreshment as well.
Years ago, I complained that my late wife was a clothes horse. Well, the only difference between us in this area is that I can afford to keep myself in a refreshed wardrobe at will....




