I was wrong in March. I think you secretly know that the fastest way to decide whether to keep any garment is to ask: What if my first love came to the door?
(The real truth is I'd just as soon see my incredible studio alternations guy from Burbank, CA, than my first love. I think. Maybe. No.)
This has to be your firsts real love, not that guy from high school who was mostly worried about why you didn't seem as skinny or passionate as some others.
Close your eyes and just hear the bell ringing. Picture him standing there. How does he look now?
No, first put your job interview suit in a safe place - you might be tempted to junk it, cause you know it would leave him cold.
Now the recycle bag.
There goes the denim skirt (you really need a denim skirt) that is cut to add 20 pounds and several years even in the front view.
Those black tweed pants that wrinkle in front after 20 minutes. That too-big jacket-looking thing that can't be altered into a smaller summer jacket. That pullover top that's scratchy - how can you look like someone's lost love if your top itches?
Unless you're reed-thin, get rid of all tee shirts with writing unless they're advertising his favorite band. (You do remember his favorite band, right?)
It is okay to get a teen ager to help with this--just don't tell him or her about the first love part.
And junk half the clothes with rayon or acrylic - you're likely to feel pretty warm when you open the door to your memory HugBunny.
If you can't visualize your handsome prince at the door, just open the closet and look at each item: Would I want to be wearing this if J walked into the restaurant? If he walked into the library? If he came to the house to check the electricity?
Will this outfit remind him of our school days? Or remind him of his mother?
And what if he's turned out to be a slob? Well, at least you'll look so good he may stop at the barber shop on his way to WeightLoss, Inc. and the florist.
I think I may need a bigger recycle bag.
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