uncluttering again, and sad. then happy Tweet

You know that maddening thought I've got NOTHING to wear? It generally surfaces before some alleged big occasion, meeting, date or, worse, the moment you were supposed to step out of the house already. It may as well be a hysterical cry towards—or from—your beloved, as both of you stare at an otherwise packed wardrobe.

Well, not anymore, not for me. A full box of size 10 clothes making me look anything but sexy, decent, well dressed and such has just been put away on a high shelf today, after one quick hour of sorting. You'd think it's fair to expect to get back in shape, to not let go of so many favourite items and investments, but think again: my closet at my parents' has a few similar shelves neatly packed with size 8 clothes.

Optimistic? Stashing? In denial? Thoughtful? Selfish? Smart? Feel free to answer your way.