Temperatures climbed into the high 80s this weekend. It seems that, despite this week’s cold snap, a Blackberry Winter as Wikipedia tells me, summer has returned. Prompted by the increasing humidity and unreasonably warm garments filling my closet, I pulled down the boxes of my summer clothes. Summer clothes, as I know them, never truly go away down here. The little tee-shirt with its short sleeves that would never EVER have shown its face in my January closet growing up now lives in my closet perpetually. Only the really extreme clothing cycles in and out – the heavy cardigans, long sleeve blouses, tank tops and candy colored skirts.
During my first year down here, I tried really hard to not
buy a bunch of new clothes, only buying what I felt I desperately needed to
help make my northern wardrobe Florida functional. I made notes on what I thought I needed, living
through every “season” Florida had to offer before committing the ample amount
of money it would take to totally revamp my sweater-rich closet. A year and a
half ago, when we moved into our house, I remember complaining vociferously
about how urgent remodeling my closet was.
Now, as I pull all of my summer clothing out of storage and begin to try
to stuff it into my closet, I realize two things: I still need to remodel my closet and I have
WAY too many clothes. Too many is an
understatement; the amount is staggering and equally embarrassing and
impressive. Thus, my summer project
begins:
No clothes buying! None. Zero.
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