Okay, I know there’s no such thing as National Decluttering Month, so sue me!
Actually I should have said 2015 is National Decluttering Year! What if you focused on organizing your closets, cupboards and drawers in the master suite this year! Would that make you happy if they were organized and they only held what you love to wear? Here’s an experiment I did today and I thought I’d share it with you because it really opened my eyes and made me happy to find yet another way to get rid of what isn’t making me happy!
Use it or lose it!
Remember when it was fashionable to say, “Lose the belt,” meaning for the person to dump the belt because it didn’t look good or was out of fashion? Today I was in my closet and I spied a pair of leather boots I haven’t worn for at least a year. That’s when that use of the verb to lose struck me. I decided I’d make a new rule, Use it or lose it.
I looked through my wardrobe and found a blouse that has a stain even the dry cleaners couldn’t get out. It was the first item I put on. Then I pulled on a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans that are too tight, (but still zippable) and looked for some kind of sweater I haven’t worn in a long time to cover the stain on the blouse. Then I put on the pair of boots that started this whole experiment. I chose a scarf I don’t think I’ve ever worn (my loving daughter-in-law gave me)from my collection and wound it around my neck in a less than a fashionable way and chose some earrings and a necklace I never wear. I ended up with an outfit that made me realize why I’d chronically passed up each one of these garments and accessories. Use it or lose it!
Terry and I headed to town (he didn’t even notice my “new” outfit) and after walking in the boots for about ten minutes, I remembered why I never wear them. They make my right foot click on the inside, between my big toe and the one next to it. It feels like two little bones are rubbing against each other. It’s some way the boots are shaped that make my right foot click and if I kept them on for very long my foot would get really mad, I remembered from the last time I’d worn them.
By the time we got home from running errands, Gloria’s jeans were driving me nuts. The blouse with the stain also had a label with some kind of metal stitching that was turning the back of my neck all red and itchy, and the sweater’s arms were too short for my liking. The scarf was too puffy and kept getting in the way of my mouth, one of the earrings kept falling off (I don’t have pierced ears, because I let the holes grow back for lack of use) and I truly don’t like the necklace I was wearing.
Straight from my body to a bag for Goodwill
I learned there’s always a reason we persistently pass up garments until they become almost invisible to us. What are we thinking? One thing for sure, we remember what we paid for each thing or who gave it to us. By wearing an entire outfit, it only took a couple of hours to know I needed to take every item straight from my body to a bag for Goodwill.
I decided a good rule is, if you haven’t danced in it, slept in it, cooked in it, cleaned in it, walked in it, talked in it, read in it, typed in it, laughed in it, cried in it in the last year, lose it.