Cleaning House

I've been moving my work clothes item by item out of the closet in the guest bedroom for some time now. Most of the pieces were hand-me-downs that people gave to me to basically dispose of, knowing good and well that I couldn't fit them either. Some items were home-made and I didn't want to get rid of them because I felt bad that someone had gone through the time and expense to make them.

Over the past couple of months I've been debating over buying myself a new purse. One, single, solitary black purse to use when I'm not carrying my work bag. I didn't buy it because I felt like I already had too many purses I don't use. So, now those are in the donation pile as well. I ordered a new bag last night.

There were only about eight pieces I moved into my other closet to wear. The rest is being set out of donation collection this week. Now there's nothing left in the closet other than a bunch of plastic hangers.

I was sort of disappointed that there wasn't more in there that'll be wearable this winter. I keep putting off the expense of buying pants and work shirts, but I guess it's inevitable.