But I know it is time. I need to call an Invention. To get straight to the point. Be very very brutal.
I need to call an intervention on myself.
I have a wardrobe full of clothes that are well past their use by date, of clothes I am keeping until I fit into again.
I have clothes that I swear I will sew the hems up or buttons on to, that I will repair and wear again.
All these clothes swamp my drawers to overflowing and they drip out encouraging me to wear them, especially the really comfy ones. The trackie pants I wore when pregnant are so comfy now still, but lately I have been wearing them out of the house, not just to get to the gym and back, but to the library, the shops and the park.
What is that about!!
Considering Popps is now five, the work suits I am waiting to fit into are pretty much out of date
I have clothes I bought while I lived in Ireland that I have kept because I loved it there so much and even just looking at them makes me happy. One of those tops I can barely get an arm in let alone over my head (Miss Meg will remember Goldy Top, we shared this top to wear out on special occasions!) I will never throw Goldy out, but do I really need the other stuff still, my gap jeans with the ripped knees (still my most fav jeans ever) I can't replace them, ever.
All these clothes make it look like I have a few options to wear, but I really don't.
It is time to get the bag and throw it all out.
I know I should. I know it shouldn't be so hard.
But I am going to struggle...what if I one day need it again?
So help me out bloggy readers, how do you force yourself to throw out the old comfy worn out clobber and accept your new post baby, post twenty something body at the same time?
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