Closet Skeletons

They say you wear 20% of your clothes 90% of the time. I believe it. I have two pairs of jeans I have been wearing forever (like, since soph. year of high school), and t-shirts that never fail me. Like it or not, growing up means a need to purge your closet. Only 5% of my wardrobe is acceptable for the classroom, which is upsetting. Not only do I have to give up wearing my comfy clothes, but I have to spend money on new ones that seem rather stiff and formal. Like a grown-up.

I still own most of the clothes I've bought since '99, which probably warrants a change. Stacey and Clinton from What Not to Wear would probably faint. Which is why I have decided to give my closet a make-over. This is really out of necessity, because I am pretty sure that I won't have a place to hang any new teacher clothes if I buy any.

Enter: Stage one of the make-over process.

You can see that everything is crammed in here. You should feel privileged that I am sharing this very private part of my life with you.

I spot the sleeve of a sweater I haven't worn since 2001.

After staring at my closet for such a length of time you'd think I was at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, I decided to do inventory of my jeans. This is because my jeans are like my BFFs, and I am really not allowed to wear them to school (mostly due to the fact that I am trying to make people believe I am 25 and this is not possible in jeans).

The whole jean family. I have a story about each pair and remember the year I bought each one. I'll spare you the entire history.

The ones in the bottom right corner are my all-time favs. I got them soph. year of high school, and they used to be the same color as the darkest ones in the photo. Kaitlynn has the same pair as the ones in the middle bottom row.

See the jeans in the middle bottom row? I dislocated my right knee twice in the same night (Barnum Hall Casino night, soph. year of college) and ripped a hole in them because I biffed it into the sidewalk in front of Arbor.

The BFFs again. Those holes are all naturally made. I will never get rid of these. Sleeping with them in my arms would comfort me the way a baby clings to its blanket (not that I have ever done so).

I will either purge my closet tomorrow, or more likely on Wednesday, because I am leaving my house for four days to puppy sit again. Stories to come on that, I am sure. His name is Niko and he is a terrier that likes to poo on the rug.