Saturdays are made for________
and much much more
For as long as I can remember, growing up in my home, Saturdays were made for cleaning. Bring out the downy, the windex, the broom and the mop. We were changing sheets, piling laundry bags full of clothes and clearing out closets. Till this day the routine stays with me as well as the fresh smell of 'Fabuloso', the Latino man's Pine Sol. And after suffering a week long of tossed clothes, piling papers on my work desk and trash bin, it is my opportunity to start fresh. Clean room, clear mind.
This past Saturday in particular was focused on clearing out the closet. Every few months my closet goes through a thorough assessment in which bags of clothing, handbags and accessories are folded away and handed down to those who will use and are in need of them. From the pieces that have not been worn in over a year, to the too drab to resurrect, every item is evaluated. After all is refolded, tossed and bagged away, usually my giveaways are a tote size full of items. This is the second donation I've made to Goodwill in a month and that's not to brag.
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Sitting alongside the bags of clothing for donation - a separate bag of newly tagged, unworn items still good for resale of which I usually list on eBay or sell off at local consignment shops. One of the pieces, a striped sequins dress, purchased on a whim not love and maybe even more based on envy after seeing it posted on pinterest. Glaring at it as it hanged on my window rod for weeks on end, my boyfriend couldn't help but state, 'I really want to burn that thing'. And to be honest, I think I was starting to feel the same.
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Clearing out the closet is not a simple effort to eliminate the skeletons or to make room for an individual's hoarding habits. Its humbling, it is a reminder of my subtle vanities, my over abundance in the midst of my cries for not having enough, it is evidence of the pressures that I have succumb to as a blogger, as a female, as someone with titles to uphold, and often as a result of culture.
It brings me back to the core values and helps to assess the real necessities, the real issues, the lingering insecurities that have fed themselves in more ways than one. Not to say I will never again fall victim to an exploding wardrobe but rather that the layers of my motives are peeled away with every bag that is dropped into a bin.
All those must haves suddenly not so necessary.