If the world is divided in to those who keep things and those who throw, then I am a thrower. I love nothing more than throwing out things I no longer use. I find it strangely liberating. One of the great things about moving house is that it gives you the opportunity to do some serious throwing out. Even though it is about 4 months till we move, I walk around the house constantly going -“we can chuck this” much to the horror of who ever ”owns” the item.
Recently I went through my wardrobe. Admittedly it’s been 18 months since some clothes have been worn (pregnancy and post pregnancy), but even I was surprised at how much stuff I had in there which I had not worn for years. Some clothes I had in there since before I was pregnant with Hannah (7 years ago). What was I thinking???? Even on the slight chance that I would someday return to that size, it is unlikely that I would want to wear them again anyway (hot pants anyone?). Ohhh how liberating it was. My rule was if I hadn’t worn it after Meg was born, it had to go. The pile grew quickly, as holey socks, skirts purchased in the 1990’s, and those “what was I thinking” pieces were all added.
I have a bit of a confession though… I couldn’t quite bring myself to throw out a couple of dresses that remind me of significant events in my life. Maybe I’m not the thrower I think I am. Maybe I’m a keeper. After all, some things are worth keeping.
(Meg demonstrating a “what was I thinking” fashion piece)
Are you a keeper or a thrower? What do you find hard to throw away?