Because, really, this is an obscene amount of clothing. I will explain the reason, shortly, however.
After Paul and I moved the first time, from the Bay Area to far Northern California, I got rid of about 75% of the clothes I'd hauled around for the decade before we met. Boxes and boxes and boxes. My problem had been that if something fit, I kept it and so I had everything from horse t-shirts and wrangler jeans I'd worn when I was twelve to tube tops and mini skirts from college (ugh). However, in the past couple of years the closet has grown again.
Here's why. I have clothing that fit when I'm way above a "large" in maternity clothes and I look like this:
And clothing that fit when things (hopefully) go (more or less) back to normal and I look more like this:
I put the clothes that are in the middle sizes (or "current sizes"), and the maternity dresses that fit when I'm pregnant and when I'm not, all down below. Clothes that I have that I'd like to alter in some way to fit are all along the back, along with my business suits and jackets.
Up above there's a shelf for sweaters (why did I bring all my sweaters to Florida?!?!?), a shelf for clothes of a size so small I may never wear them again (but am hopeful and have thought when I go to put them in the donation box that maybe, just maybe, I will someday wear them... although most of the clothing in the 0-4 sizes have been given away, a few are hanging on through the closet purges and these mix with the overflow of maternity on this particular shelf), and the back shelf, which as I already noted spills onto the other shelves, and is by far the largest.
With the exception of the maternity clothing most of the outfits here are hand-me-downs or from garage sales or are from pre-2006 when I still had a "clothing budget" (or at least thought I should and spent money on clothing...).
Down below are bins of baby blankets that will rotate in and out, quilts, a shelf with cubes for underwear and knick knacks and everything else that couldn't find a home elsewhere (tools, super glue, and that sort of thing) and shoes.
And hopefully the organization will mean that the "I have nothing the wear" moments are few and far between as clothes rotate up into storage and down into the "these fit at this moment in time" categories...
Now to get ready to take Sadie to her second dance class and to (hopefully) swing by a demonstration at the local Planned Parenthood with Paul's classmates...