I pulled out all my folded clothes, threw them on the bed and sorted them into piles according to style. Should I confess right now that I found unworn clothing, still with tags? And I have multiples of the same colour.
I decided now was the time to part with my graduation outfit from when I finished high school. Yes, yes, it was only 13 1/2 years ago, but I figured that I'm never actually going to fit it again, seeing as I don't even intend on being my grade 12 size again, and after two babies I'm just generally bigger. Besides, I cannot actually picture an occasion to which I would wear a black and gold lace halter top.
It was also the time to part with a few tired clothes that I've kept to just wear around the house - how many do I really need! - and the parachute silk pants with the broken zip that I've kept in case we do another trip to the snow. Also gone are the jeans that never really fit properly. Winter only lasts a few weeks here: here's to not spending those weeks in uncomfortable pants!
I am hanging on to things in multiple sizes. Shock, horror, gasp! A big minimalist no-no, I know, but my breastfeeding size is a little bigger than my ordinary size, and I'm actively trying to lose the extra kilos I found in between babies. It's not actually multiple sizes, it's two different sizes to accommodate my body's not-finished-having-babies-yet flux in size and shape. I promise that when I'm done all the too big stuff will go!