This afternoon I went ahead and went through all of my dresses, suits, and blazers. These have lived in a section of the wardrobe that are hard to get to, behind a chair, and I rarely wear any of them. I kept a few of the wool pieces to use as craft parts, immediately discarded a lot of the suits and blazers based on style (hello loud red plaid!) and then enlisted Matt's very critical help to decide which of the dresses to keep. I had a very interesting mix of far too old of a style (very frumpy) and far too young. I have a handful of things left, as evidenced by the photo proof I've shared. I really really struggled with keeping things out of sentimentality, and kept just a few things - the dress I wore to our wedding rehearsal (which fits again), a sweater with fond Valentine's memories, the kimonos my dad brought me back from his travels. I've moved the dresses into the skirt/pant wardrobe (and my jeans over into the sweater storage I weeded previously) and my plan moving forward is to move my sewing fabric into that rarely used section and out from under our bed.
I guess I was surprised at how long it would take, and how emotional it was. To really face the reality that I had so many clothes, and so few of them were flattering. So much of what I had wasn't based on a style choice, but more on a "well, this fits, it covers me, and won't draw attention to me." I found ridiculous clothes - sweaters with shoulder pads, a pair of jeans with a loop like painter's pants, lots of appliques, lots of embroidery. I found clothes from more than one store that doesn't exist anymore. (I'm sorry Casual Corner that I was too fat to help keep you in business.) And I found that I was able to unpack all of my "skinny" clothes from the last time I lost weight and try them all on. Some surprisingly, can be rotated into my wardrobe now. Some are so painfully out of style they're going away. And some I'm still not quiet comfortable with how they fit, but I'm getting there.
So two other pictures: The one on the left is me wearing a pair of jeans that were the highest size in my closet. The one on the right is me wearing a pair of cords that are the smallest size. They fit, but I think they're a little tighter than I'm comfortable with. But it's not like I'm going to need cords in August.