The weather has finally decided to warm up over the weekend and I did what any smart, witty San Franciscan would do, I began my annual Spring cleaning. Yes, instead of taking the time out to enjoy what was going on outside I raided my closet, organized my filing cabinet and sorted my lingerie drawer. (Ok, that last part was so needed, every time I went to the gym I swore I had no white socks, sure enough, I’ve got a gajillion pairs.) But it made perfect sense, the beautiful weather had me in all out cleaning mode and I couldn’t stop, nothing was safe. The book bag that I’ve dragged around since college, gone. The summer dress that I wore in 2007 that made my boobs look amazing, off to Goodwill. The pack of CDs that I held onto in case I needed to burn anything, given away. I never realized it but there’s a bunch of crap in the house.
Sometimes I forget that it’s just easy to toss everything away. There’s probably a handful of things that probably come from the course of J and I’s relationship or something that my mom gave me, but other then that it’s free game for the trash bin. I’m a big believer in getting rid of things too with negative emotional connection. I guess it sounds petty but having things around you that are reminders of negative experiences just seems silly to me, so I just get rid of them. Start fresh, start new, make new memories. I can’t stand being hold down by the past.
One of the best things about cleaning out the closet, more room for new stuff. I guess J didn’t realize that I would toss so much and sure enough I will need to restock on cute stuff. I’m already on the hunt for this gorgeous little outift.
It’s happy, it’s spring, it’s sweet and I want, I want, I want! Now fingers crossed I can find some Kohls in the Bay Area that has it in my size.