The Post-Splurge Purge

I went on a mega-shopping trip with my friend, Jenni, last weekend.

This wasn't a meet at the mall and pick out a few things off of the sale rack kind of trip (um...that's about once a week!). This was a let's leave the kids at home and meet at Starbucks bright and early and shop until dinnertime outlet trip.

I had not been outlet shopping with one of my girlfriends in years. Oh, was I giddy for the week prior to going! In preparation, I was supposed to go through my closet and figure out what in there would fit my post-3rd baby body and what needed to be bagged up and sent far, far away. But, alas, I left for our trip with no list and a closet full of clothes I never wear.

Our trip was highly successful; however, my new clothes just sat in their bags for a week. Partially because it dropped 40 degrees in one day, and we're back to coats and the threat of snow. Crazy city. And, my new pink-polka dotted camisole just won't work in that kind of weather.

But, mainly because there was just nowhere to put them. My closet was filled with outdated clothes from college (Lynn, you would have recognized many of them!) and clothes that were way too small in all the wrong places. And, did you really think my disorganizational woes started and stopped with the laundry? My closet laid victim, too.

Until this weekend.

I purged. And, I mean purged. I filled eleven bags full of clothes and shoes that are now on their way to the Goodwill in my husband's overstuffed car. Oh, the bliss of empty hangers and a place to put clean laundry and a shoe rack that will actually hold my shoes.

I keep walking into my room and smiling and asking myself why purging my closet felt so good? Surely, it's that eleven bags of my clothes and shoes will be worn by someone who really needs them. And, the clothes that now hang in my closet actually fit. And, it's certainly the two simple words that bring that adorable smile to my sweet husband's face: Tax deduction.

Who am I kidding? Jenni, let's go shopping, again!