A couple of weeks ago I discussed my miraculous body and the flap with you. Among the many awesome comments, a long-time reader friend recommended I get rid of all the clothes in my wardrobe that don’t fit. There is something very, very appealing about the idea. But the idea also makes me feel really, really sad–and a bit nervous. Not to get all attached to material things, but I’ve been collecting amazing pieces of clothing for the last fifteen or so years–and the thought of getting rid of my collection is enough to bring tears to my eyes. The nervous part stems from the fact that even before I got pregnant finding clothing that fit me was a challenge. Would I ever be able to find similar stuff again? It’s as though vintage clothing was all made for tiny humans, and even on a ‘slimmer day’ I could just barely squeeze into the largest size of clothing at some of my favorite retailers like Madewell or Anthro.
Now nothing tailored fits. Getting rid of the items in my closet that don’t fit would be me getting rid of over half of my clothes. It’s a good thing that I like jersey because I’ve been wearing it for the past fourteen months straight. And thank goodness for accessories because I’ve been werking my jewelry, scarf, bag and shoe collections.
A big part of me wants to pass off (or sell) all of my clothes and start fresh. I can see the upshots: more closet space, an excuse to shop, not trying on things and being frustrated, sad and disappointed when I can’t get them on. But then another part of me thinks that maybe someday I’ll fit my clothes again–even if it takes a while? Maybe my clothes will act as motivation? Then a whole other part of me comes out– the part that just wants to keep all of my clothes regardless–like having pretty Tchotchkes or books or ceramics or something?? I recognize how crazy and borderline hoarder-ish that is–but I can’t help it, it’s how I feel.
Last weekend I wandered in a few shops on the 3rd St. Promonade and passed through two ‘petites’ sections. I felt really annoyed. I’ve got nothin’ but love for my petite sistahs out there (I happen to have a petite sister that I love very deeply) but why are you gonna have a grand petites section and not even a petite ‘Grande’ section?!? I admit, I’m ranting now–but the truth is, I would really love to have ONE pair of jeans that I love that I could fit into right now–one dress that I love that is not a muumuu, one great blazer that actually buttoned in front.
The collages above are made from photos from an impromptu photoshoot I took with Jason last weekend. I am wearing all jersey and a lot of great accessories–which has been my uniform lately. I wish that more fashion companies had the guts, the chutzpah and the smarts to start dressing curvy ladies. We want to have fun, look sexy and be comfortable too.
With that, I ask your help. What would you do?? Do you think I should get rid of the clothes that don’t fit me anymore and start fresh, knowing, especially how difficult it is to find great stuff in my size?