Echo Bazaar

I've been procrastinating since the diagnosis, or perhaps for even longer, maybe since I heard of the concept. But today I made a start. (This does not mean I've had bad news: I'm toddling along just fine, if knackered.)

For someone who claims to have few clothes (and I maintain I have, at least, fewer clothes than most: no judgment intended as it's nostly 'cos I simply dislike shopping for clothes, or shopping at all), I had a desparately overstuffed wardrobe.

Summer clothes (to the tune of one skirt, three dresses, one vintage blouse and two knitted pieces) are now in a box under our bed. One pair of lightweight linin trousers will be added after they're washedmand ironed. A second box contains my undergraduate gown (should probably donate to college), my wedding dress (homemade), one hand made skirt that down't fit, my mum's wedding dress and a couple of her party dresses (all three made for her by her mother). These I'm not ready to part with.

A pile of stuff to go to Vinted ('80s silk ballgowns, a bridesmaid's dress of Looby Loo's, an Alexon jacket) and some probably only worth donating items remain to be dealt with next weekend.

The wardrobe still contains items that fit, but I may not ever wear. I'll review at Easter.

I confess I haven't tackled the collection of impractical boots.

[This was all prompted by my sending off for a new pair of trousers, the third pair I've bought this year, and a new pair of winter shoes. I'm ditching more than I'm acquiring.]