Out With The Old

Recently I have been struck by urges to clean house. You know, out with the old stuff we have been lugging around for ages and getting down to what is really useful and required. Ruthlessly going through clothing, shoes and handbangs and donating what I have been keeping that no longer fits and that I have not worn in two years...or frightfully, since two or three moves ago...really.

For some bizarre reason I hold onto items of clothing for sentimental reasons, like the long black gown I haven't worn in more than ten years, but what fun I had wearing it to the gala that night. It is now gone to the Arc Dallas box at Albertsons (McKinney and Lemmon), as well as my tiny size 6 skirts and slacks as my days of starvation are long over (and eating is a 'good thing'). My favourite green wool turtleneck and cardigan that I saved to buy from Benetton all those years ago is there too, as well as the bright pink wool sweater set I bought a couple of weeks into dating my husband and the sweater matched the glowing blush in my cheeks, but that was almost nine years ago and I have not worn it in five years.

I read somewhere that getting rid of old clothes and things that no longer have meaning in your life creates space for new things to enter your life: out with the old and in with the new.