I am quite a hoarder when it comes to clothes. I have such a hard time getting rid of shirts, especially. I still have my senior t-shirt from high school, t-shirts from my first 5k and half marathon, and t-shirts from Red Cross and youth group. I may only wear them once or twice a year, but they will remain in my dresser for a bit longer.
Yesterday I spent hours going through my closet and trying on clothes. I finally let go of some very sentimental articles of clothing, including my maternity clothes. It was an emotionally draining task. I even quizzed Jesse periodically by asking, "What's special about this one" He grew annoyed with my game and eventually answered "it's from our wedding" with every fashion show. I eventually filled four trash bags full of clothing and shoes to donate.
I don't know if you ever watch Jimmy Fallon's "thank you notes" segment, but here's my version while I let go of some very memorable clothes.
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Thank you, skanky top, for making me feel sexy during my college years. You revealed more cleavage than most strippers, but always made me feel attractive at parties and dates.
Thank you, pink and black striped shirt, for instilling a sense of confidence in me and helping me earn a full ride to ASU. I debated for hours on what to wear to my final Teaching Fellows interview. I ultimately picked you, and Teaching Fellows picked me.
Thank you, green sweater, for keeping me warm enough while outside in a cold garden on December 16, 2006. You simultaneously kept me cool while all the blood rushed to my head when I said "yes" to Jesse's proposal.
Thank you, maternity dresses, for making me feel pretty even with a gigantic pregnant belly. You were my go-to dresses for baby showers, special occasions, and milestone weeks. (FYI, I wore the black and white dress when I was 40 weeks pregnant with Jackson and maxed out at 24 weeks pregnant with the triplets.)
Thank you, pink and white nursing gown, for allowing me to breastfeed four children over the past three years during countless exhausting nights. I always appreciated your convenience and comfort in helping me feed and soothe my newborns.
Thank you, farmer-inspired maternity shirt, for making me realize that I was an accomplished teacher. I was able to receive job offers from last-minute interviews, even while wearing you with jeans and flip flops.
Thank you, peasant skirts, for enhancing my classroom comfort. You allowed me to sit on the floor with reading groups, play kickball at recess, sit on my stool without crossing my legs, and twirl around desks. I wore y'all until you had holes, then stapled you back together.
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I hope you provide wonderful memories for your future owners, as well.
