So, over the past few days I decided to tackle my clothes.
I’ve discussed how I find it hard to get rid of things. That I have strong memories and attachments to my possessions. To a certain extent, never is this truer than with my clothes. I love clothes, I really do. One of my career aspirations when I was a young lass was to be a fashion designer. And because I have strong memory associations with my clothes, I found it very hard to cull and get of things.
Even things that I wasn’t sure I would ever wear again.
The problem was I could remember wearing them, and what went along with that. I could picture myself standing in the precise spot in my room as I chose that piece to wear. Every item I picked up, reminded me of people or events. “Oh, that’s right, I wore that when…” or “that’s the night I met…” or “… always loved this skirt”. Even other associated events leading up to or after the time I wore that outfit. One dress that I own, a black lacy thing I got as a Xmas present from my mum when I was 17. It was my first LBD. I have a very strong memory of when I was in my second year of uni. It was March, and I decided I was going to wear it for a friend’s birthday party at a nightclub on Friday night. I knew which shoes, earrings and make-up I was going to do. Hair up. (I went with a gold accessories theme. I even had gold eyeliner!). Because the dress had a lyrca liner, it was clingy. I’ve always been pot-bellied/pear shaped, not much I can do about that.
Except sit ups.
For the two weeks leading up to the party, I was in my room, doing situps right before bed. I can picture myself laying on the floor, the overhead light was off, but the lamp on my desk was on, illuminating my room. I remember doing 40 (40!) situps and struggling with the last 2-3. I remember doing them much slower, and that intense muscle feeling of the slow crunches.
I remember the small turn out at the club, the drinks I had that night, who I danced with, and going home alone. My friend whose birthday it was hooked up though – woo! Go him ;-)
I remember faintly other times I wore that dress, but that memory is the strongest to me. So of course, I don’t want to get rid of that dress, because it reminds me just how much fun I can have with friends. And I stupid sentimental (or maybe just mental) part of me doesn’t want to get rid of it yet, because I want to know how I will look in it when I do get back to 68kg. I’m having a hard time telling myself to get rid of it before hand, because I won’t truly know if I will wear it again until I get back to that size.
Obviously, that line of thinking was going to get me nowhere. So I somewhat comprised. I took those giant plastic shopping bags – you know the ones that are very square when they are full? With a zip? And I designated one for each size category. Only what was in there would I keep.
I had to be little bit sneaky with the 12/14 because I had so many that I wanted to hold onto. Casual wear, going out clothes, smart casual, fancy dress and costumes and most important – smart dressy clothes for work. Skirts and button through shirts and dress slacks. All the classy elegant things I would love to wear to work, but just don’t work now at my size. Things that would make me look the part and fit in a little better with how our general director wants us to dress. Things that are made of cotton and require ironing. : D Anyhow, because they were the clothes that I had the most of, I cheated a little bit and put some of the smaller ones into the 8/10/12 bag. And then I used some vacuum storage bags for the rest of it. And I mean, I did think about some things as I was packing them in. Like do I need a red jumper (long sleeves), red jumper (elbow sleeves), red knit vest (external pullover vest, not undergarment vest), red 7/8 sleeve t-shirt, red short sleeve t-shirt and a red “falsey” jumper – the ones with a fake button shirt under them? They just have the collar and cuffs of the shirt sticking out. The rest is just the jumper. [Oh! A jumper is also known as a pullover, or a sweater.] I don’t even wear red very often because it clashes with my skin tone. I questioned what I was doing as I sat them together in the one pile. But I put them in to save because, how am I to know what colour will be in fashion and whether I’ll even like those things when I get to that weight?
As I said, I love clothes. I also happen to be one of those people that have a huge variety of clothes, depending on mood. And I wear colours daily. I’ve had numerous people comment on the fact that I always wear bright colours. I would probably go as far as to say I think my clothes are the type that people describe as “loud”. Attempted a monotone wardrobe once. Couldn’t make it more than 6 days before I caved and wore something with bold patterns. My bestie on the other hand? Black, offwhite/cream, occasionally red, and a very particular shade of bluey-teal. She’s starting to introduce a light baby pink in the last 18 months. That’s it. That’s all she’s got. Her mum and I have tried over the years to bring in other colours or styles, but it just doesn’t stick very long. Lol. Kind of opposites there huh? : )
Well, anyhow. Sorting out my clothes is a big job. One I’m still working on. And I think it’s going to have to wait until I get back from Xmas break, because today I need to go to the shops to get my last minute Christmas gifts and tomorrow, I’m driving to Mum’s for Christmas. Should prove interesting.