We're having a heat wave - not a tropical heat wave - but the dry heat is pretty amazing after a cool spring and summer. I love it, but then, I've lived in very hot, humid places and my body is a trained machine, ready to take on whatever nature dishes out (okay, maybe not, but the heat does make me cheerful). Yesterday I sweated away upstairs working on my closet, and it looks strangely neat now. I feel a bit disoriented when I open the folding doors and there are white plastic bins organized by color (I only wear three colors so it's not as extensive as you might think), by item (long sleeved tees, short sleeved tees, sweaters, jeans, panties, bras and socks). I saw clothes yesterday I hadn't seen for decades, and I made some huge decisions (I am NOT wearing sleeveless, and cap sleeve tees make my arms look like hams). Also, but most importantly, all jeans must have spandex or some stretch. I am not encasing my form in a rigid tube, not with this body.
I kept a few belts - for those times when I pretend I have a waist or think I can create the illusion of one. Most tights bit the dust. They roll over at the waist and add a lump to the perfect apple of my shape.
I even got rid of a pair of almost new green shoes that cause massive blisters on the heels of my feet. It was sad, but I may need all my blood at some future date.
Now that I've reformed, let's see if I wear more than the same four pairs of pants and six shirts. I know there is a world of choice in my closet. I just have to slide out that bin, and gently thumb through the offerings. How much time can it take?
No, I will not take any bets.
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