After my mum-in-law died earlier this month, we spent most of the week cleaning out closets and moving furniture. Dad-in-law wanted her things donated, so we contacted a local charity shop, which was thrilled to take whatever we had to give. Hus, bro-in-law and I filled at least 30 enormous leaf bags of her belongings, sending us all down memory lane…I had known mum-in-law for 36 or so years and she was always a quietly proper and stylish dresser…so many items of her clothing evoked long ago memories of summer weekends and the occasional week’s vacation on the coast…and the labels…she had a gift for shopping and was lucky enough to have spent most of her life in places and instances where she needed to be “properly” dressed…lots of fine wools and silk dresses and suits and recognizable labels…in a size too small for me or mine, of course. She was a belt person…she looked good in them. I don’t. I came across the outfit she had worn to my daughter’s wedding…I couldn’t help myself, I took home the white blouse and cami and will wear them at some appropriate time and place.
Then I came home. And looked in my own closet. And wanted to cry. I freely admit that I am a clothes hoarder. I have very eclectic and cheap tastes in clothing…lots of black and bright colors and floaty things and leggings and boots…lots of Chicos, the clothing love of my life. And I have been a few sizes over the years…and I’m afraid to let go of things that might fit if I were just a few pounds lighter…and I might need these things someday…and…and…and… Plus, we have an empty nest and the kids’ closets are now my “seasonal” closets, which has allowed me to keep things I might otherwise have managed to part with.
So, I’m taking a big breath and am working on my closets. Right now, I’m just in the research stage. I have to find the proper recipients for my belongings. But it is time. It is going to be hard enough for my kids to have to deal with my leavings, why pile it on?
Whew! My name is StarStruk and I am a clothing hoarder.