...I never meant to make you cry, but tonight, I'm cleaning out my closest. I do love that white wrapper. Seriously! Try to get that song out of your head for the next 3 days, you won't be able to do it!
Especially today - I AM cleaning out my closet. If you were to look at my house, it's somewhat clean. Pretty much tidy all downstairs, the boy's rooms can get messy, but have gone to great lengths to keep them organized, and bathrooms are wiped down OFTEN (hello... I have boys), but I am embarrassed to admit... the most out of control area of the whole house is my closet. It's like Monica's secret junk closet on Friends... but worse.
If I were to get into an accident and survive, and I had to call on my close friends to come over and clean. I would rather end my story right then and there then to show them my closet floor (ha, kinda funny - you can't SEE the closet floor) It's PACKED with clothes, hangers everywhere, rods full, and about 3 feet of clean clothes that don't have a home on the floor. Oh, and the shoes are somewhere in there too.
As of today I'm saying goodbye. I have to clean it out before the big move anyway. Something clicked, or should I say buttons popped, for me to finally let go of my SWA interview outfit. Man, I looked SHARP. I know that's what landed me that job. You know when clothes give you that attitude... this suit did it for me. I've hung onto it for all these years. Why? I don't know. But today I realize that even after I get my bikini body back, those pants are well past the style expiration date.
My black clubbing pants. Now this breaks my heart. I love you so. You're so little and comfortable. We fit well together. I wore you almost every Wendsday to Country 2000. You never let me down, and could turn to you when I needed to look goooooodddddd! We danced a total of 96,000 hours together, you knew just how to move. If I could fit into you, I'd still wear you everyday. You don't belong on a hanger anymore my friend. I have to turn you loose. Besides, my children would die of embarrassment if they ever saw us together.
Goodbye, black miniskirt. I don't know why we haven't parted sooner. Good riddence Old Navy and Express Jeans (opps, I mean goodbye) Please don't take it too hard that I've had to go designer. If you did the same job I would keep you around longer. I believe I got my $24.95 out of you. Goodbye, shirts, robes, tube tops (yes, ashamly those are in my closet too), tank tops, and daisy dukes. We'll always have our memories. You are off to make the city of Mountain Home a better place.
Next up.. the boy's closests and baby clothes. I might need therapy after the baby bins!!
4 comments:
I don't see why you're saying goodby to the tube tops and daisy dukes... Perfect Mommy attire!
You are so funny Jen! I never go through a move without cleaning out the clothes so I am amazed that you hung on to those that long!
I'll pay you some cold hard cash if you agree to wear the tube top and clubbing pants to the next first Friday.
How much you talkin'? They're so tiny, they'll easily fit under my jogging suit
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