Tis the season to switch out tank tops, short sleeves, flowy dresses, capris, and sandles for scarves, long sleeves, sweater dresses, pants, and closed toe shoes…at least for me…at least in Texas. Mind you, I was born and raised in Chicago, so I appreciate a change in seasons. After all, fall has always been one of my favorites. Granted, I love summer, so Texas suits me well, however, change is good. I’ve been wanting to replace my clothes for a while, but if you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you’ll know that life happens. It’s time for my 2nd installment of “Closet Shopping“. I received a relatively decent amount of views for a new blogger on that post back in the summer. You can also read it here.
An acquaintance of mine, born and raised in Texas once told me that she doesn’t change out her clothes with the change in seasons. She happily wears summer clothes in the fall and winter. To each, her own. The weather in this region tends to be unpredictable every season except summer so I can see her point. You can wear a sleeveless top with a thick, belted sweater and you’d be fine in the fall, and maybe even winter. Most people dress in layers which I believe is the best approach. It can get cold down here, but not like Chicago and definitely for not as long.
What you see in the featured picture is a collection of my old shoes that I used to wear back in the early 1990’s. The fuschia pair are my prom shoes and the rest I’ve worn with different dresses. Not only are they out of style, but I don’t wear that shoe size anymore. Yup, thanks to my 12.2 lb son who I birthed 15 years ago. During that pregnancy, my feet grew a size and a half. I proudly gave my shoes to my daughter a year ago since she loves to play dress up. Earlier this year, my husband and I were helping her clean up her room (you read that correctly) because it was a plumb mess. She was too overwhelmed to do it alone, so we rolled up our sleeves and got to work. There were piles everywhere.
She had the nerve to put MY shoes in the section to throw away. I couldn’t believe it! I got a chuckle out of giving her shoes from my past that she could play with in the present. Yet, she didn’t want them anymore. I remember her love of high heels and trying to walk in them when she was a few years younger. Alas, she has become less girly in that sense. Nowadays, she’s into gymastics clothing. She’s been telling me for a while that she does not like to wear dresses anymore.
I guess I have to honor her preferences, so I snapped a picture of the shoes in case that would be my last time seeing them. They’re in a bag in the garage, which is out of her room, per her request.
I felt so energetic yesterday that I decided to embark on switching out my seasonal clothes. The plan was to do it today, which I fully intended to do, but it did not happen. My disclaimer is that life happens and because I had another energetic day today, I got into some other organizing activities (I layed down and rested after that overambitious fiasco). Hopefully, I will get to it tomorrow.
I recently got the urge to go shopping. I think partly due to boredom. Then, I realized that I have a whole other seasonal wardrobe. Sweet! I did buy a few button down shirts prior to my surgeries because I realized I only had two and they were both white. Apparently, button down shirts are not my style, but they are a necessity after a lumpectomy and breast reconstruction. I believe some of my fall/winter clothing will be too big because I’ve lost weight this summer. I may be able to get away with large sweaters, but I’m not so sure about other tops. I will spend some time trying on items to see how they fit.
In a future post, I will write about where I am in my weight loss journey. Wait…what am I typing? I can affirmatively indicate here that my weight loss has stalled, obviously, because…life happens. Surviving is more important than weight loss (in my case), but now that I’m getting more settled and know the side effects of future treatment, I don’t want to gain the weight back I’ve lost, plus some. Also, fitness has been such a part of my life and I’m unable exercise at this time in my treatment.
I will abruptly end here because I could go on and on, but I’m tired. Until next time. Stay tuned.