Whoa Nelly! This petit maison has seen its fair share of cleaning out this week. Not one corner has been (or will be) spared...including the back yard! And yes the walk-in-robe (that used to be the back stairs before Hubby extraordinaire converted it) was top of the hit list!
Both Hubby and I have quite serious hoarding diseases a hop, skip and a jump away from requiring psychiatric intervention. Ah but nothing a thorough, cathartic and major clean out can't cure. Carrie Bradshaw I ain't (nor does the contents of my cupboard house the entire 2010 Paris Fashion Week Collections) so it was time to let go of items I was keeping....just in case. Just in case the volumous grey bomber jacket that looked woeful on my twenty something frame would miraculously look fab on my now 34 year old post baby body! In case I started night clubbing again. Mon Dieu! In case I plan on becoming the oldest principal ballerina in the Bolshoi Ballet! Too-da-loo old clothes!
But then there are those items that you're just not sure of. Usually when conducting such an exorcism...ahem, I mean clean out, I would stuff said garments back in the wardrobe only to rediscover them next time we clean out. Not this time. All these things were popped in a box near my dressing table and I have forced myself to wear them this week....and see if they're worth keeping. The dress that can't decide if it's a top.....ta-ta! A hot pink frock too short to be legal....see ya later alligator. But this old Sportsgirl number. Teamed with a leather cuff and funky sandals to add a bit of edge I think I may just have breathed life into this old gal. Saved on death row!!
I'm playing dress ups with this lovely lady today.