Today, I left the house for Trader Joe’s and got distracted by Target and Old Navy. That’s what you get when you have 15 minutes of driving time to think, and you spend it daydreaming about having a closet full of clothes that fit properly, flatter nicely, and reflect the image that you want to project to the world. It was thoughts of long linen skirts, woolen tights, and leather shoes that detoured me into the shopping center parking lot…
I actually didn’t find any of that, aside from a few pairs of tights. But I did find some other wardrobe basics that called my name, like a heavy gray zipped cardigan with a hood, and a pair of well-fitting dark wash jeans. And, well, it was hard to pass up the turtleneck I found in my favorite green – the green that perfectly matched my mittens. (Besides, when the perfect Winter skirt and shoes do appear, all of this stuff can be worn with them, too.)
So there I was, with a nice new outfit I was excited to wear, but feeling a little guilty for spending money I didn’t need to spend. It’s not like I parted with a huge chunk of change or anything, but every little bit counts. So… I spent the next 30 minutes tossing things from my closet – things I never wear, things that make me look awful in one way or another, even some of the things I’ve sewn for myself that just never worked for me. I filled a laundry basket to overflowing, and emptied an impressive number of hangers.
I am thinking, when I donate this pile of clothes, not only will they help to clothe someone who needs it, but they will get me a tax deduction worth more than what I spent on new stuff today.
(And if that isn’t a perfect example, of trying to justify a little retail therapy to get me out of my recent body-image funk, then I don’t know what is! But I’ll take it… )