It’s spring closet cleaning time! The beloved husband and I both cleaned out more clothes. Men don’t make attachements to clothes! For him, it was simple. If he didn’t wear it, out it went. For me there are stories.
Every time I do this I get more brutal and less sentimental. This round I vowed to get rid of more business suits. I don’t wear them for gardening and even if I get dressed up, I want something new and spiffy.
Each garment has powerful memories. I will not get rid of my Ralph Lauren double-breasted navy blue blazer. It was my power blazer. I could put that on and feel the power. I would make decisions without batting an eyelash. Logic flowed when I wore that jacket. I could easily wear it again. You never know when you need the power. Besides, the design is classic.
There is my wedding dress. No, it’s not one of those white frilly things. I was older and it wasn’t my first marriage so I chose something normal I could wear for other things. It’s a deep rose jacket dress that is ever so slightly big. I wore it to work afterward but now it falls in the category of “don’t wear for gardening and not spiffy for new dress-up occasions.” This one I will hold as a keepsake.
I have a sweater with colorful cats on it. (Actually I have three but the other two aren’t going anywhere!) It was supposed to be hand knit but I am not sure. It is oversized and short – not a good combination on my flawed figure. It’s so pretty and colorful though. Someone would love it, doncha think?
One outfit going on the pile for sure is my seersucker suit. I love seersucker especially for the summer. This suit is in the too big category so I wouldn’t wear it.
I could go on and on. Beautiful dresses with shoulder pads. No snickering please. I loved shoulder pads. Yes, I know they have been out of style for decades! They made my hips look tiny, especially the pads that you could use as an I-beam in building construction! These are getting trashed.
There are two piles to go. One is for a thrift store. Poor fitting jeans and pants, sweatshirts, tops – all casual clothes some slightly worn — are on this pile. The other pile is things that I think has value. The value is most likely in my head because of the memories but I decided to contact a consignment shop anyway.
I love the idea that someone else would love these things. It reeks of recycling.
First off, I was told that I needed at least 10 items to get an appointment.
Business suits don’t sell because no one dresses up anymore. Dang, I would think these would be the best buys. Afterall, you don’t want to spend a lot of money on a funeral outfit!
Nothing can be out of season. I get that. They don’t want to store your winter coats. What about my cat sweater? I wouldn’t wear it in the winter because it’s not warm enough. It was always a spring and fall thing.
Nothing can be more than two years old. The cat sweater, which is really a great novelty, is 3 or 4 years old but the design is ageless. What about that?
At the end of the conversation, I didn’t get a very good feeling about it. Since I didn’t intend to take junk, I won’t be able to meet the ten-piece minimum.
Another oddity is that when I Googled our local consignment shops, I saw the worst reviews. Most complained of rude owners. Some said that they were never notified when their clothes were sold. One person swore that the owner sold her two Coach handbags then told her they didn’t sell and were donated.
I am going to take a field trip and visit the three shops to see what they carry. Maybe I can get a handle on what sells. If it doesn’t work out, you will find some very nice designer clothes at our local thrift shop.