Seriously people, I have a bin full of "Amber's Work Clothes" in my attic that we have moved with us from Chicago to Downtown Grand Rapids to Alger Heights Grand Rapids that I haven't worn since we lived in Chicago! For years I've been saying things like, "I'll wear these someday when I do something fancy" or "This was expensive when I bought it... I should keep it." or "someday my kids might want to wear this to '90's' day at their school!"
Today was not that day. Today was "I'm pregnant and will never fit in any of these clothes again - and even if I get skinny again someday they won't be in style anyway" day. So just now, I put my hair in a ponytail, threw on my warmest sweatshirt and some gloves (since it's freezing cold in our attic) and began the clothing purging process.
I started with the "Amber's Work Clothes" bin, then moved on to 3 more "Amber's bla bla clothes" bins. After that I went through a couple of the "Ryan" bins... it was a beautiful thing. Check out my attic now!!
I have exactly 3 bins dedicated to my clothing. "Amber Summer," "Amber Winter" and "Pregnant Amber" Nice eh?!?
I now have 2 huge garbage bags full of clothes to give to Goodwill, 3 more huge bags of clothes to consign/give to friends and one bag full of clothes so bad they went straight into the trash. YAY!