When I
taught school I was pretty good at it. I often started with my
shoes to decide how comfortable I felt like being that day (eventually the
answer every day was VERY, SERIOUSLY comfortable - I don't even care if I look
like a monster) and as I was on my feet a lot as a teacher I liked to vary my
shoes so I didn't turn in to a hump back or something that
feels like an urban legend, but just in case I wanted to avoid. I am already
off track.
So when I
taught school my wardrobe was mostly easy: 1) School clothes. 2) At home
clothes. 3) And being-out-in-public-with-adults-that-won’t- sneeze-on-you
clothes (those are the really special items).
Now that I
work from home I strangely over-think the ol' wardrobe. Though I like to
share that I wear my pj's every day I actually don't wear them all day every
day (except for lots of times when I do – and then I yell down to my husband
when he gets home "No Judgment - I am still in my pj's!"
If I admit
that I know it is wrong, then there is less chance there will be an
intervention. And I am off track again.
So when I
put on actual clothes I make the mistake of SAVING my "good clothes"
for some other imaginary event. Or I think “well it's 3pm - I am running errands and then to Publix and then I will just work some more when I get home and make dinner
and hang out and go to bed, so I should wear some B team item of clothing.”
I stand in my closet and judge my clothes to see who is nice enough to go
in public, but not nice enough to be wasted for some other occasion.
Eventually some "I like, but I don't love it" type top is
chosen and I cruise around town in it with my jeans and feel the teeniest bit
frumpy, but okay.
I have
decided this is totally dumb and I am going to stop doing it. Life is too short
or too long to wear clothes that make us feel like butt.
So my plan: I
will slowly and systematically eliminate the clothing that is not bad, but is
not that great. If I only have nice choices then I can only look nice,
despite my best efforts to sabotage myself. I am not yet ready however to
eliminate some of my less attractive pj's. A shirt with a hole and a stain and two sizes too big still
has value to me. AND I am off track again.
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| This shirt was initially deemed too nice, because I am crazy. On a side note I am sorry I stink at photo taking. |
I have a good cause to donate my clothes to and so I don't feel bad - it's a great
cycle of life. A shirt that is perfectly fine and makes me feel 83
years old will be loved by someone else and will raise money for a good cause or
whatever. Sometimes I feel like I practically have to close my eyes to
drop clothes in the give-away bag or else I will grab them out and think things
like "well, sometimes it's nice to have a shirt that is way too small...
oh wait no it's not - give it away!!" Agh!
I have
several pairs of legitimately good jeans that I wear almost every day - and I love them
and they fit great and I don't think twice about pulling them on every day and
not saving them and some day when they wear out, there will be a new style or my
toosh will be a different shape or whatever, and I will buy NEW jeans. I am trying to have this same feeling with tops and other items.
So I am
getting drastic with my closet, because I know my tendency to go toward the
cheap and ill-fitting top, so if I no longer own that top I won't be able to
wear it.
As a Tired Girl I work to make my day and life run as smoothly as possible. As you know - one of my favorite quotes - "When you look good you feel good, and when you fell good you do good," I wrote about that theory here : "If you look good."
Eliminating the items that get in my way and I don't love makes this Tired Girl less tired believe it or not.
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