gst – and crap that I’ve been hoarding

I’ve been hoarding; holding onto crap that I should let go, on multiple levels.

My mind won’t let go of stuff I wish to share here, my body is snatching up extra pounds no matter what I shift. The studio is heaping up with clothing and textiles like nobody’s business.

It is time to purge.

First, the green shirt for Thursday: it’s a Tommy Bahama one hundred percent silk shirt I found while cheating on the DAV the other day over in the Waldo neighborhood. It was incredibly crumpled; ironing only removed most of it. The shirt is truly beautiful: the texture is enticing to the touch, the colors are soothing to my eye and the pattern is engaging. Not bad for a couple bucks. There are some faint spots on one shoulder and sleeve. I shall see if they come out…

Next, added weight: my extra five pounds of six months ago become ten a few months back and has recent grown to fifteen. Although I don’t mind the gain when looking at myself in the mirror, some clothes are becoming a difficult fit; some of these clothes are things I enjoy very much. Two options really, purge the body or purge the closet.

The latter needs to happen anyway. Time to let go. I have begun sorting into various piles: things that fit, in size and style and palette; things that are too big but will tailor easily and meet the style and palette requirements; things that make excellent supplies (buttons, fiber content, trims…); costumes; and, finally, things to re-donate.

As for the weight gain, I am not going to obsess about it. What I will do is cut off further increases. Once I fall into habits, I do not monitor them as closely as I should. My six or seven small meals a day has snuck into the range of six or seven not-as-small meals a day. I have begun reducing portions again and cutting back snacks. I have again omitted the occasional junk-ish snacks, since I cannot hold them to staying truly occasional…

Lastly, as for purging the things I hold miserly in my mind, perhaps this is the first in an effort to correct that as well. Who can say really. The photo above seems to me to be the first in a long while. I had brilliant plans for my style posts while visiting in Atlanta; a whole look-at-all-the-combos-I-can-get-out-of-this-tiny-carry-on-bag thing. Beyond the contents of my suitcase and one horribly red bar photo, I didn’t open my camera for the entire trip. I understand how that works inside of my head, but I wouldn’t mind so terribly moving just a bit closer to center on that continuum.