This is the contents of my clost dumped out all over the floor in preparation for operation clothing cleanse David affectionately nicknamed the pile "The Volcano." He loved to jump on it and slide and send lava clothes shooting all over the room. He cried when I cleaned the volcano up. I didn't feel too bad, seeing as how it took a LONG time to sort through all my clothes. I am a clothes horse. I admit it. I get attached to clothes, savor the memories I created wearing them, and have difficulty parting with them. If I give it up.....then when I'm pregnant, or just given birth, or nursing, or bigger, or smaller....I just might want it. I'm proud of myself though, I managed to part with several boxes this time around.
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