achoo . . .

woke up this morning full of energy and attacked my bedroom closet.  one huge bag for Goodwill and one huge bag for the garbage man.

under the category of things i thought i needed, but finally trashed.

old broken shoes that can't be fixed.
sweaters from the 90's.  yes, really.
a midi length jean skirt that would fit neither up my hips or over my head. ouch.
the ugliest pair of Ugg sandals ever.  still shaking my head over that buy.
suit jackets with huge padded shoulders. is football season over yet?
a pair of cute red flats that rub me the wrong way.  literally.
7,293 dust bunnies. normal.
12 broken hangers.
and three dead catnip mice.
anything size 6 or smaller.  i should toss all the 8's too but i am an optimist.

under the category of things i know need to be chucked but can't

heels i will probably never wear again.  and if i did, i'd have to buy outfits to go with them.
1980's era flight suit.  still hoping to fit in it again, just to say i could.  then toss.  promise.
my black 1980's original converse high tops.  still love them.  madly.
steel toed Georgia boots.  don't ask.
my old dr. scholl's sandals. look at least i don't have any buffalo sandals hanging around.
various sentimental shreds.
a grubby pair of water shoes from our last cruise.  

but i made a dent and that's what counts.