The End of An Era

Last week, I was suddenly overtaken by the need to cleanse. No I didn't start a juice diet or scrub my face with some sweet smelling unguent.

Instead I opened all of my closets and ruthlessly purged them of the clothes I never wear any more. I made an attempt to do this a few months ago but couldn't help but held on to a number of thing I just wasn't ready to part with despite the fact that chances of their ever be worn again were slim to none. (These days all I wear, it seems, are jeans or leggings or clothes to sweat in. ) But this time I grit my teeth and valiantly banished any sentimental feelings. Into the box slated for Linda's Stuff went a half a dozen very 80's pantsuits, the remnants of my working woman's wardrobe. I said a fond goodbye to the black silk Lagerfeld strapless number I wore to my 40th birthday party. (Hey, it still fits but strapless and me are not happening in this lifetime.) I packed away two vintage Ozbek silk jackets complete with power shoulders that I bought when Nan Duskin's left Walnut Street. (I think I wore each of them once.) Okay, there are probably a few items left in my closet that will never again see the light of day but. . .maybe next time.