It’s all getting rather boring, this success at being on a wardrobe diet.
No dramas, no slip ups, no backsliding. No “But I haven’t anything to wear.”
Sorry for those who think they can’t do it, but 7 months on and I haven’t bought any clothes. (OK, four pairs of undies, a bra, a pair of flat shoes for work and two bracelets. The first three items were on my exempt list. The bracelets were so cheering and reduced in price at a garage sale I couldn’t resist.) I don’t feel deprived, I don’t feel I’m missing out on anything.
Maybe I just started with more clothes than lots of people? I still have clothes I have hardly worn. I woke up the other morning and remembered I had a suit I hadn’t seen for a while. Mmmm? Wonder where it is? Oh, there in the wardrobe in the bag where it had been hung after being dry cleaned. Opps! Perhaps there are too many clothes still?
Then again, maybe saying no has become a habit? After all I have spent July saying no to alcohol too.
What I am really happy about is that the decluttering and no shopping combined has resulted in me fitting all my clothes in my wardrobes and cupboards. I no longer have clothes stashed away in storage containers under my bed or in other rooms. Pretty chuffed about that.