My own wardrobe malfunction
I have an awesome closet. It is HUGE and it is full of clothes. I have blouses in just about every color. There are so many shoes, I have two shoe racks and I still do not have a place for every pair. My husband only uses a small fraction of the space so I am a lucky girl!
This morning I entered my closet looking for something (anything) to wear. It had been a long week. Jesse has been sick off and on all week. I have had too little sleep and I was cranky and tired. I just needed one outfit to wear to work. Just one.
Well, out of 5ooo shirts and 1000 pair of pants, I couldn’t find anything to wear. I failed to mention that just because I have a full closet doesn’t mean anything in that closet actually FITS me. On the contrary, my closet mocks me. It screams, “Oh , look at all these cute clothes! You would look so adorable in this microscopic skirt with this tiny little blouse – if only you weren’t 50 lbs. overweight. ” Looking around my closet should bring me pleasure but instead it irks me. I don’t the size 4 and 6’s taunting me.
This particular day was difficult. I couldn’t wear a pair of black pants again. I had worn black pants two days in a row (although, thankfully, not the same pair). The only thing I had that I could wear was a pair of gray pants that were too big (ironic huh?) I grabbed the pants, a belt, and a tank top that matched and I got dressed. The only shoes that matched were a pair of Micheal Kors stilts that I hadn’t worn yet. I am by no means wealthy, but I do find a lot of cool shoes on the bargain rack – this was one of those pairs of shoes. They are 4 inch dark red patent leather Mary Jane-like shoes – very cute. I found a matching sweater (I can’t wear a tank top to work without a jacket now can I?) and off to work I go.
Long story, short, it was not a good clothes day. My sweater for some reason made me itch, it smelled like syrup and I snagged it on my desk. My tank top nicely displayed my roly-poly midsection and my pants kept falling down. The best part was the GINORMOUS blisters my beautiful shoes gave me.
After that traumatic day, I decided to move beyond the shame and I decide to clean out all the distracting clothes out of my closet. To help me with my goal, I am going to give all the small clothes to my teeny-tiny friends and I will donate what is left. I will try not to dwell on the amount of money I have wasted as I look at all the tags on the clothes I had bought thinking, at the time, they would fit me. Now they hang in my closet gathering dust until I get rid of them.
I have passed on my extra clothes to two of my best (and much tinier) friends at work. I will find some pleasure in some of my clothes being put to good use. Sure, I will have pangs of envy but, hey, it’s just clothes. right?
Now I will walk into my closet and at least I will know that I can wear anything I see. That will rock. Being able to see the closet floor will REALLY make me happy . It will make my hubby even happier!!