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confessions of the fashionably challenged.

hi. my name is rachel, and I am fashionably challenged. I have WAY too many clothes, and I hate most of them. there are a few I like, and even fewer that I love. seriously. what is wrong with me?

I was discussing this very important and pressing issue with my SIL this morning, and suddenly became inspired. I believe my words were something along the lines of, “I want to take everything out of my closet and just chuck it.” so this kind of inspired me. I started looking in my closet (and surrounding areas where various clothing items were strewn/tossed/crumpled. and thought I’d go through it right then and there! and then, because mary and I are are own little support group, I decided to take pictures of the pathetic-ness of the situation in my closet. it was quite therapeutic, I must admit, even fun! and it really made me come to terms with what was actually IN my closet (as opposed to ignoring it) and embrace it for the ridiculous mess it is.

I’m not going to post this all here in one post. that would be scary. there are like 60 pictures. yeah. scary.

so I have decided to do this in installments. I’ll post a new one daily. most likely on various categories of my wardrobe (ie: short sleeve shirts, dresses, etc.), until I have exposed all of the scary skeletons in my closet. you can help me weed through. if there’s something you think I just HAVE to keep, let me know. if there’s something so heinous it should burned, rather than donated, let me know (although, I probably already know that). feel free to vote things OUT of my closet!

you see, it’s not that I don’t know what looks good and what doesn’t. it’s that I get things because I’m a sucker for a good deal. or I’ve had it forever. or someone gave it to me, or it sort of was what I wanted to solve a problem, but not quite, but I couldn’t find, or couldn’t afford the thing I really wanted that did... or blah blah blah. you know the deal.

so there ya go. HELP!

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  1. if you're fashionably challenged, I don't even want to think about what I must be. I need someone to come clear out my closet and fill it with things that are not t-shirts and hoodys. I really don't know how to choose chothing that is trendy and looks good on me. Someone needs to sign me up for what not to wear.

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