I’d rather have a wardrobe of just a few outfits—outfits I enjoy wearing, clothes I feel confident in, a wardrobe that brings me joy—than a mediocre collection of once-loved threads or things I don’t love but are still OK.
Dar from an exacting life posted a comment a little while ago on one of my posts that is the flip side of letting clothes go before they become a sad and sorry collection.
Dar wrote, “I got over my tendency to hoard clothes when I had a baby and the nurses told me that some of the women in the hospital having babies did not even have an outfit to bring their baby home in. Since then I have tried to donate clothing sooner rather than later, when it is still clean, not musty or yellowed, and somewhat in fashion!”
So I am letting this go:
Off to the charity shop. I hope it makes someone happy. It is nice and of good quality. I am letting it go because it doesn’t bring me joy, it has never really suited me. I want it to go before it is musty and sad and unloveable.