I'm coming out of the closet today.

Well, sort of.

It's beginning to be that time of year when mornings are crisp and breaking out some fall clothes is looming.

I went into one of my closets to look for my brown jeans. I felt like wearing them. They fell off me. I couldn't believe how big they were.

Now you'd think, that's a good thing, right?

So I started digging around my fall/winter clothes, looking for pants/skirts are wearable. Let's just say pickin's are slim. Four or five years ago when I lost a lot of weight, I packed up boxes and boxes of clothes to give away and donate. I held on to a closet of them that were more expensive ones that could go to consignment. (They are still in the closet - the mom had said she'd handle it because she's dealt with consignment stores a lot)

I've gone thru two closets and have two more to go. I have practically nothing to wear that isn't falling off me. My entire life, I've always had TONS of clothes so it's really strange for me to look at these empty closets.  Good thing my wardrobe needs revolve around workout wear and my 'aquarium outfits'. (And those pants/skirts are too big.)

At least my shoes and purses still fit!