Closet cleanout confessional
On Friday, I tackled my closet. It was a strange, painful, and joyous occasion. The end result was a huge box of clothing and shoes to be donated to the Salvation Army, a large pile to be thrown out, a single box of "almost fit" clothes that I don't hate, a small mending pile, and a freshly-organized closet where I can see everything and know that it sort of fits me.
I own fourteen polo shirts. Three in shades of aqua, four in shades of green, three white, one orange, one brown, and two white. And you know what? None of them fit me well. They seem to be three sizes: super huge, huge and short, or too form-fitting for me to wear unless under a jacket.
I own ten pairs of capris. Denim, black, and khaki. Most of them are on the borderline between fitting and being too big. I'm not a short woman, but I don't have particularly long legs and I know that capris make them look stumpy... and when I'm down to a reasonable size, I hope I never wear a pair of them again! I'm looking forward to getting into the more tailored, above-the-knee bermuda shorts in my "almost fit" box.
I own eight pairs of black pants. Dressy pants with a chiffon outside layer, stretchy pants, and one pair of Lee pants that seem to have been designed for an alien, because they fit me slightly wrong in every area.
Add those to the pile of t-shirts, jeans, assorted shirts, and the occasional skirt and dress and I've got a very full closet but very little I'm happy to wear. Having everything organized made it possible for me to pull together an outfit I liked for going out with my husband on Saturday, though: a beige jacket (size 26-28), brown sleeveless top (size 18-20), and black pants (size 24)... all of which fit me well. Is it any wonder that shopping is a nightmare?
I might try altering some of those polo shirts; taking them in with curves on the side seams and maybe adding darts in the front, leaving hip room but pulling in the waist and bust. I'm a pretty lousy seamstress, but I'm not willing to pay for a professional to fix shirts I don't like in the first place.
My next image-improving task will be a professional bra fitting. I can sympathize with gwynne2 above! If I just take my measurements and use a Cacique chart (the calculators for smaller women don't really apply to larger sizes), it says I should be in a 42DDD/F. Huh? I don't think so. I had been wearing a Cacique 44D with relative success for years. Luckily there are two bra specialty shops within miles of my house, the sort that carry pretty lingerie but also advertise that they fit sizes up to 56Q or something close. I'm nervous to go in, so I'm psyching myself up this week. I could really use one good daily bra and a sports bra that controls movement more than the ones I have.
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