Yesterday after neglecting my wardrobe for months, I finally got around to cleaning it and sorting it out. I was tired of everything being in a self-created jumble, and failing to find particular items of clothing that I knew were in the mess somehow. That and overstuffed drawers that wouldn't close. Part of it was months of neglect and I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-this finally coming to a head when I had to pack for New Orleans, and was having a hell of a time finding a dress that was both weather and occasion appropriate for 'smart casual' restaurants at night.
Anyway I spent at least 2h+ sorting things out and rearranging things, and I still have more to do because I had to leave to go pick up E, and then later cook dinner. While I was doing this I decided to dedicate a shelf to clothes that 'give me special feelings but that I am realistically not going to wear for reasons'. The first things that ended up in this shelf were my renaissance fair stuff: the polyester faux medieval blue overdress and chemise, the viking overdress that I needed to re-fit, two thick chemises of cotton and linen that are heavy and long that IDK what to do with. The next were two vintage-y style dresses that I love, and can't fit into comfortably. Finally the last were outright sentimental items: the white collared dress shirt with cuff links still attached that I wore for my LSE graduation, the green silk blouse I wore for my first conference presentation in Vancouver, a grey t-shirt from the Utah National Parks when I visited them with my parents after graduating from my Masters in 2016, and a grey t-shirt from Main Streets Books in St. Charles that I remember wearing one day while running into the elevator at Mercy Hospital when I was pregnant with M, and another occupant saying, "St. Charles eh?"
There are other sentimental items of clothing around of course, but like I said, I still have more sorting and cleaning to do.
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