While I was enjoying a back massage at my neighborhood nail shop, I heard the following conversation between two FOF women.
FOF Woman A: “I love your blouse. I had one just like it that I threw out when I was going through my closet last year. It was in perfect conditon, clean and folded, and I loved it. I don’t know why I got rid of it.”
FOF Woman B: “This is from Ann Taylor. I’ve had it for years.”
Woman A: “I’m still trying to replace the one I threw out. I’ve been looking for ten years. It was a beautiful paisley like yours. I’ll never throw out anything again.”
Woman B: “But we’ve got to make room in our closets.”
Woman A: “I’ll never do that again.”
I have discarded enough clothes over the years to fill a chain of stores. I am a shopper, often compulsive, so I periodically go through my closet to discard or donate things I don’t wear, have never worn and will never wear. You’d think I was a juror deciding someone’s fate as I make my decisions about what stays and what goes.
I wish I was more like my former mother-in-law, who meticulously chose every item she purchased and wore it for years. She didn’t have an overwhelming wardrobe but she always looked elegant.
And think of the hours she saved never having to clean out her closet…or fret over a blouse she rejected a decade ago.