Too much!! Sping clean fling

There comes a time when a seasoned thrift shopper, eyes their overflowing closet, their packed drawers (hee, hee) and various piles of clothing and comes to the conclusion that it's time for a spring clean.

Mind you, it's not exactly springy weather here in Northwestern Ontario.  We are experiencing stage 3 of Spring. Which means we alternate between stunning, sunny, bare leg days and blustery, light snow or sleet.

This is my dog Sugar.

She is enjoying the springy smells.

Dressing for our climate requires the Weather app, and an uncanny ability to predict what you might be in the mood for in a week. A typical day involves layers, that are added or removed as the temperature and precipitation dictate.  Of course this means that I need a LOT of clothes. I mean, heck, if you have to wear 6 or 7 articles of clothing at once, you need to have variety...am I right?  Just nod yes.

Nod 'yes' Sugar!! Cmon, nod 'yes'!!

Ideally I'd have a large closet, and I mean a really LARGE closet. One that would resemble something from Clueless, with one of those drycleaner-like, conveyor belts. Unfortunately that isn't the case. I have a normal sized closet. But I am happy to report that I am able to store a whole whack of Rubbermaid totes, full of clothing, in my garage. 

Still there are problems.  I have a LOT of totes - filled with lots fabulous clothing.  And because I have been hitting too many thrift store sales, the amount of clothing I have is out of control.  So I've spent the last week purging my collection. It's not easy to weed through clothing - but I gave myself the goal of getting rid of a third of my hoard collection.  

A third has to go!! Just not the leopard print skirt :)

After a few days of weeding I've become remarkably ruthless. Plus I've been labelling the totes with descriptive labels such as, "floaty dresses", "wool blazer, including fabulous powder blue skirt set", or "thermal underwear and really warm fleece sweatshirts".   This means that if the capricious, bastard weather gods decide to favor us sun-starved, northerners with sunshine, I can pop into my garage and pull out a tote labelled, "floaty dresses".  If the weather forecast calls for 50 km/hour gusty winds, then I can pop into my garage and pull out a tote labelled "skirts that won't fly over my head in the wind".  Ahhhh, being organized is bliss, innit?

happy thrifting ;)