Being Brutally Honest

Have you ever looked around your house and thought that it was time to really get in and do a good, brutally honest toss-out?  Well, as a lot of you who have been following me for a while now know I have been cleaning out my house for a while.  And now, I'm up to a stage where I'm about to attack the wardrobes.  Yep, I've begun going through my clothes and tossing out what I don't need, doesn't fit me and letting it go to the charity bins.

Yesterday was the day it all began.  I opened the wardrobe where my skirts, shirts and jeans lived and I pulled it all out, dumped them onto the bed and checked the sizes.  Anything that wasn't a size 12 went into the charity garbage bag; and there was a lot that didn't fit me.  There were some jeans that looked like it did, but then, when I tried them on, they didn't (I had to make sure they weren't a large fit).  

Yes, that's a Sherryn Footy you can see in the centre.  I'm an AFL fan. :)

While I was putting my clothes away, I also sorted through my vintage t-shirts and thought it would do them a world of good to put them through the wash today.  And on the way through sorting them, I found a t-shirt I thought I had binned years ago.  It was my Pride Fair Day T-shirt from 2000.  Why I hadn't tossed it out is beyond me, and I didn't think twice about throwing it out, it just went straight into the charity bag unwashed and unfolded.  This is a win for me to throw out something from my past as I no longer have any connection to it - and fortunately - don't feel guilt in throwing it out.  

After around forty-five minutes, I had replaced the draw-lining, put all the jeans and shorts back.  The Winter t-shirts were in the wardrobe along with the skirts.  My Summer shirts were in the duchess and most of the laundry was put away.  I had a rubbish bag full of clothes to give away, the bath towels to fold and put away and I was done.  I was very pleased with myself; as this wasn't the only thing I had gotten done yesterday.

I had also vacuumed the bathroom floor and scrubbed the shower cubicle within an inch of its life.  That was a good part of an hour before I attacked my wardrobe.

However, today, I'm hoping to sort through all my hanging space in the other two-door wardrobe.  I have far too many dressing gowns; with about eight of them in there, I only need three really.  So, I'm going to look at them and keep the ones I want and give away the others after washing them.  Then, it'll be time to go through all my other clothes and jackets.  Now, that's going to be painful!  I do love my jackets; they all serve a purpose.  Until my next post, take care, keep warm and safe and remember I'm always here.