Trying on Clothes is a Lot of Work

I am not a hoarder. Except for expensive clothes that no longer fit me. Or used to not fit me. I have multiple closets I call my closests of dreams. They are full of clothes that I used to be able to fit that I still like. Thankfully I have kept them. Turns out I fit into lots of them now.

I have lost a bunch of weight and have been cycling down through my closets of dreams. The closets are not well organized by size. They generally have like sizes together, but suits and jackets are in a different closet from dresses, and blouses are throughout. Pants, well they are every where.

Before I went to Maine I did a big try on of my primary closet and tried to take things out that were too big. Now I need to do that again, but it is such a boring job.

As I am anticipating cooler weather I went today to try some things on from secondary and tertiary closests. They mostly hold things I have not been able to fit in for years. Since I tend to wear the most classic of styles it turns out most of the good things I have kept are still wearable, if I dusted them off. I also have most styles of jeans and they seem to be fine. Thankfully I never liked low rise jeans.

I found a beautiful coat Russ bought me in Paris probably a decade ago and I am looking forward to wearing it again when it gets cold enough. My issue is I also have a number of warm climate trips in November, January and February so I still need to keep a summer wardrobe I fit into. This means trying on all kinds of clothes.

One would think trying on smaller sized clothes that fit would be a joy. It’s nothing but boring to me. I have not bought new clothes because I don’t want to invest in anything that I hopefully won’t be able to wear in two months. So to the closets of dreams I must go. I should have started this job last week. Now I am going to Florida tomorrow with just my same old summer clothes. Thankfully these people don’t know me so it won’t matter that I am wearing the same things over and over again.

Come to think of it, even the people who know me see me in the same old items over and over again since I have them in many sizes. I guess as my size changes, but my style stays the same, I look the same. Really doesn’t matter. As a more than middle aged woman no one is looking at me anyway. Thank goodness, because I might be wearing some very old clothes. They are all blue and white anyway.