Today I cleaned out my wardrobe.
(Before I get any further I should probably comment on my state of mind. I am tired, grumpy and hungry. I am possibly hormonal and more than likely to be having a mood swing session. I am feeling nostalgic but also pro-active as if I’m looking forward to the future. Truth be told, I am just hoping for a slightly better situation than my current one.)
They say that if you look for love you don’t find it and that it is when you least expect it that it suddenly appears in your life. Well I’ve been trudging along in my single life for almost two years now and apart from the odd fleeting person or two I haven’t met anyone that I’m particularly impressed with.
It’s not that I’m picky either. I mean I have standards but when it comes down to it, I’m an easily pleased person and I’d like to think I’m pretty easy going and open minded.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been looking in all the wrong places or, rather, not looking at all. I’ve been pretty consumed with my job, friends and eating my weight in crisps and I hate to point this out but those things don’t often lead you to love.
So what has this got to do with my wardrobe?
A lot, actually.
I was thinking earlier about the person that I am and the person that I want to be. I am, in many ways, the person that I want to be. I’m just not showing it. I want to be thinner, better dressed, more approachable and even more confident and eccentric. And I believe that getting rid of some of the old me will help me to become those things.
So I went up to my room and attacked my wardrobe (not literally!).
I took out all the clothes that I had the intention to wear. These included smart skirts, weird tops and tight shirts. Then I took out the clothes that I no longer fit because I have swelled to a size that prohibits me from wearing size 12 trousers and size 10 tops (seriously, I can’t remember even being a size 10 it was so long ago!). Finally I rid myself of the clothes that I love but shouldn’t love. The shapeless hoodies, the baggy shorts and the clingy vest tops.
I’m going to continue to sort through my wardrobe until I reach a stage when I can begin to fill it back up again: this time with striped waistcoats, tight shirts and Aztec t-shirts (just for that bit of eccentric hipster. I just wrote hipster. Wow.).
I’m going to continue my never ending battle to lose weight and then who knows. Maybe I’ll find that girl.