The mama, the trash bag + the wardrobe

Every once in a while, I grab a trash bag + give myself ten minutes to purge my closet of all the misfits as fast as I can, before I regret tossing it. I am ruthless. Never mind the anything you've not worn in a year rule, my rule today was anything I hadn't worn this summer-that sundress that made me look, well, my exact weight, those shoes that were such-a-steal-how-I-could-I-not-buy-them (well I bought them and there's a reason they were so cheap. Blisters anyone?). Or how about that teeshirt from that store that only teens should be shopping at? Honestly..tees with words on the front can be a tricky line between tacky + tasteful. Ten minutes. Don't make it an all day project. Don't pull out every hanger + reminisce. Just look around you, take a deep breath + go to town.

The bonus to this tornado of clothes flying, shoes being thrown? I found two long lost pairs of jeans-a pair of Paige Premium denim and a pair of Antik denim! Archaeologists don't have digs that successful.

So mamas, what are you waiting for? Time to dig in! This is your Thursday morning wake up call and these are not my closets! One hopes though, the inspiration for a cleaner, more orderly home to your prized frocks + such.

Carrie Bradshaw. Sigh....