Why do my new Fall wardrobe additions make me giddy? Why do I smile when I see them, and waste time building outfits in my head? I might have my spending somewhat under control, but I’m still tethered to possessions.
My closet does not contain the secret to happiness.
Today is a beautiful day. The weather is absolutely perfect — the summer humidity took a break, leaving behind sunshine, clear skies, and cool air. It’s also the first day of school for my older, challenging, high-energy son. I was able to get everything organized for school yesterday so we weren’t rushing around this morning. My son set his alarm clock a few minutes early so he could snuggle in bed with us. I told him that the password for climbing into bed with us was to brush his teeth first, and I awoke to the sound of his beeping toothbrush. I felt refreshed and energized. He got dressed on his own while I made him a special breakfast (which no one liked…) I even danced around with him a bit. It was a glorious morning!
That is happiness. Now that my favorite season is approaching and I have a taste of it, I see how silly it is to try to find fulfillment in my closet. My wardrobe might temporarily make me feel better, but it doesn’t compare to having a great day with my kids. Especially when the weather is perfect.
One of my goals is to go through my closet and donate, donate, donate! Over the past few weeks, I’ve been very strict with what I put into the donation pile. I’ve even hemmed and hawed a bit, taking things back out of the pile…and putting them back in. There was a reason I put them into the pile in the first place, and I’m sticking to it.
There are the usual reasons: doesn’t fit right, the color isn’t flattering on me, I’ve had it for more years than I can count and it’s time to move on. This time, I added a new reason: the item is fussy. It uses that fishing wire “thread” that itches like crazy, or the waistband is itchy so I have to wear something tucked in, or the fabric is so grippy that I have to readjust throughout the day. I’m also ditching anything that needs ironing straight out of the dryer.
This experience leaked out of my closet into my kids’. We have bins and bins of kids clothing in the basement that I set up back when I was actually organized. When my youngest came along, I just started jamming outgrown clothes into any closet nook and cranny I could find. For both boys. Sizes and seasons, all mixed up, for two years. I hoped it would sort itself out on its own, but the mess continued to glare at me.
I finally did something about it. I decided to be just as stringent with their clothing as I was with mine. I went through everything, keeping only my favorite pieces, even as hand-me-downs. I don’t want to store inexpensive solid t-shirts for my younger son, and I don’t want to keep plain onesies for an unlikely future sibling.
I also had a good excuse to go through the bins in the basement: a new nephew! I scoured those bins for the cutest of the cute and passed that stuff along. I’ll donate the rest.
Now I have my eye on my husband’s side of the closet. I’m itching to ditch!