Closet Nazi

Those aren't just trash bags, they're

drum liners!

That's not trash, it's $1000's of dollars worth of really good clothes.

Yesterday someone told me she'd "had it" with my closet and forced me to clean it out.

She stood over me like a child. She took bins filled with random, mismatched crap and physically dumped the contents onto the floor in front of me. She had been threatening to do this for some time. She is technically our housekeeper, I suppose, but she's much more than that really...she's like my mom on a bad day when she'd reached her limit. She's lovely, really.

My husband and I have separate closets, so there's no real incentive to keep it organized like before when he would move my stuff around when I failed to pick it up or hang it, so I've really allowed it to get totally out of hand.

I've been hoarding my skinny clothes thinking I'll be that tiny again some day and yesterday I

embraced my curves. I really haven't cared that I'm not still a 4 and actually love being able to eat and drink freely and I'm really good with where my body seems to have leveled off at my current size 10. I'm a very tall gal and it works for me. For some reason though, perhaps because I LOVE my clothes, I just couldn't let the skinny go.

After one of my skinny friends came over and took the few pieces she just had to have, I packed everything up for a trip to the consignment store and what they don't take will go to Goodwill.

I'm hoping to be able to have some Christmas money now as I even removed all of my husband's "gay" shoes. You see, he had this obsession with Prada shoes a few years ago and bought about six pair which he was still wearing last year until one of my friends told him Prada was gay and now he's hasn't put even one pair on since...sigh... So funny, but now I just see dollar signs.

The bottom line for me though is liberating: the skinny has left the building and I'm a smoking size 10 with room in my closet for clothes that flaunt my curves.

I feel great and just look at my closet now: