I have a recurring problem that pops up every year around this time. My husband has come to anticipate it. The sequence goes a little something like this:
First, I stand inside my closet with my hands on my hips and declare that “I have no summer clothes.”
Then I remember that they’ve been packed away in a huge Rubbermaid tub since September. I retrieve said tub and promptly throw half its contents into a bags destined for Goodwill, ReThreads (my favorite secondhand store), or an upcoming swap party. A garment gets tossed in a bag if it meets any of the following descriptions: (a) I can’t zip it or can only zip it if I suck in my stomach, (b) I’ve worn it so many times it disgusts me to look at it, or (c) it’s too short to be respectable on my not-getting-any-younger ass (“too short” is, of course, a subjective term, as is “respectable”).
After I’ve sorted through everything, I stand in the middle of the closet with my hands on my hips and again declare, “I have no summer clothes.”
Once I’ve gone through everything, I hang up the items that survived the foregoing test. And my closet looks rah-ther empty. Luckily, stores at this time of year are loaded with fun and trendy options like the ones shown here. And they’re affordable enough that, if I wear them all summer long and then, lo and behold, they end up in one of the Goodwill bags next year, I feel okay about it.