Sunday, June 05, 2005

The clothes are almost outta here

I'm breathing a sigh of relief this weekend. I've successfully eBayed maternity clothes and started shipping them out of my house. I'm surprised how much

I'm not sure I blogged about it, but during my pregnancy with Alex, I went through crisis mode where none of my clothes fit and I had to search out bargains so that I didn't have to go to the office in the nude. It was a major undertaking since my short plus size makes it impossible to shop at "normal" maternity stores. So I shopped...a shirt here, a shirt there, a pair of pants off was a long, drawn-out effort (much like this post has become--another story for later), but I was finally satisfied I had enough clothes to make it all the way through to my due date. Some of them, I only wore once...or didn't get to wear at all.

I know people will say, "But what if you decide to get pregnant again?" And my answer is this...I will buy new clothes.

I'm losing money, I know. But there is NO WAY I could wear those clothes again. Too many memories wrapped up in some of them. The blouse and pants I wore to the spring luncheon...the pants and jacket I wore the first time I argued before the Court of Appeals...the tshirt I wore in the only real pregnancy "belly picture" I have...the shirt I was wearing the morning I found out Alex was gone...etc. And there are too many "should have beens" in others.

The only piece I am sad to see go is a blouse my mom bought me. It's a pretty shirt and I'm going to have to admit to my mom that I sold it and I'm sorry and I hope she understands.

But there is a relief in having them leave my house. I don't know what it is. It feels like I can move on once they're gone. I'm thinking, as soon as we have some extra money, that I'm going shopping...for how my life is now. I think I deserve a day out shopping for silly frivolous things. I just hope the salespeople aren't too frightened by my unpredictable tears.

1 comment:

lauralu said...

before our son's memorial service, my husband and i went out and bought new, brightly-colored shirts to wear with our black suits, as we thought was appropriate for the funeral of someone so young. but other than that, we haven't cared about what we wore, frankly.

last night we finally ventured out to the mall and i bought a new pair of jeans to replace the pair that now have holes (i'm young at heart and all that, but i am not young enough for jeans with holes in them). it felt good.