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what’s in my closet? installment #12 – ???

but the real question remains…

what do I REALLY wear?

well, I’m ashamed to admit it, but most days, especially in the winter, you can find me in a hoodie.

it’s really pathetic, because most of these aren’t even decent hoodies. maybe they were at one time, but they are certainly not now. of course, I’m not downing on a good hoodie. there’s a reason I live in these. I love them. they’re super comfy and warm… it’s like the clothing version of a nice cup of tea…

however.

it is obvious that I really need to pare down here…

053

  1. EWU sweatshirt (EWU bookstore): yes, I’ve had this since I actually attended EWU. I left EWU in 1999, and I know I’d had it a year or two at that point… ahem. it has holes and stains. and it’s a size large. what was I thinking? I’m 5’1. I swim in it. sorry eagles, it’s got to go.
  2. trinity sweatshirt (trinity bookstore): detecting a theme? I think so. this isn’t in terrible shape. it’s presentable. not nice, but can be worn in public without embarrassing anyone.
  3. wall drug sweatshirt (wall drug, south dakota): yup. this sweatshirt is a souvenir from the world’s largest drug store. honestly, it’s one of my favorites, so it stays.

and then…054

  1. seattle mariners sweatshirt (gift from dave): my husband should pick out all of my clothes. I always like the stuff he gets me. I like this sweatshirt because of the way it fits. it’s one of the ‘girlie’ sweatshirts, so it’s a little more fitted, and less dumpy. a feminine hoodie! what’s not to love?
  2. lilac concordia sweatshirt (concordia st. paul bookstore): I used to love this sweatshirt. now it is dirty, stained, holey, threadbare, has bleach and paint spots on it, and is a general disgrace. it cannot be worn in public. I learned my lesson about that back in february during a certain encounter at a jewelry store. I have since relegated it to the ‘outdoor work clothes’ department.
  3. commuter student sweatshirt (trinity): I really don’t like this sweatshirt. I keep it because it’s from school and blah blah blah… yeah, it’s going.

this was kind of hard to come clean about. in the wintertime, a pair of jeans and a comfy hoodie is perfect for me. warm, washable… but boring. talk about stuck in a rut. I am forcing myself out of this rut. forcing. maybe I’ll only allow myself to wear hoodies on saturdays or something…

so there you go. that’s it. that’s ‘what’s in my closet’. yeah, I have some jammie pants and some t-shirts I sleep in. I have a couple pairs of workout pants, and an old pair of jeans I wear out in the yard… but that’s not worth photographing. we all have that sort of thing, and we need to have that sort of thing. I’m just tired of LIVING in that sort of thing. while lounging is cozy and comfortable, if I’m honest with myself, I feel better, I act better, I’m a better wife, mother, person, if I take the time and bother to get dressed in something that looks nice. I’m more apt to leave the house and take care of what I need to take care of. I’m more apt to meet friends socially. a mom in nice clothes demands more respect than a mom in sweats and a hoodie. it’s true.

thank you for indulging me though this little trip into the depths of my closet. I’m sure it hasn’t been as much fun or as therapeutic for you as it has been for me, but it’s been fun, and has really helped me come to terms with all the crap I’ve been hanging onto for no good reason. so thanks! I look forward to updating with new items I pick up from time to time as well!

and no, dave, I will not be pulling all my socks and underwear out of the drawer and photographing them! you’ll have to trust me on this. I have them. I try to throw them out when they get holes. end of story.

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