I have too many clothes. I’m not what I’d call a “shopaholic,” by any stretch of the imagination, but I don’t get rid of enough. Many of my clothes are from a time when I was insecure, and many others just don’t work for me even though they technically fit. My sister is reducing the size of her wardrobe, and I wanted to try a different approach. Behold my many short skirts:
This one is a hand-me-down from sometime in the nineties, like a lot of my clothes. It’s also unwearable. Note the semi-formal fabric and dress code-violating length.
This one is similarly problematic. I’m not sure I’ve ever worn it. It was originally handed over to my sister, who didn’t like or fit it.
This one, however, is too casual and it looks rather tired. Unlike the others, it was comfortable enough to be worn over and over again until it became a shadow of its former self.
This one is just unpleasant. It’s too short (And the constant creases make it shorter), too bulky and rather bleh.
This one is the last survivor from my middle school collection of teensy plaid skirts. It was a bit longer than the others, and so had an excuse to stay. It is, however, definitely the skirt of a 12-year-old girl.
All of these can be replaced easily by pants or the skirt I showed you last time. Fabulous.