no posts yesterday because d-man and i were very busy. i was busy cleaning out my closet and drawers, and didion was singularly focused on thwarting my efforts.

ultimately, though, i ended up with one fabulously organized closet, dresser drawers that open and close effortlessly, and two garbage bags full of clothes and shoes with one-way tickets to goodwill.

but the excitement doesn’t end there …

organizing closet space necessarily means trying on clothes that, frankly, i often forgot i had. was i disheartened by the prospect of trying on jeans and pants and skirts that i hadn’t worn in well over a year and certainly not since pregnancy? does the proverbial bear sh*t in the woods?

early into the process, i decided to tackle the biggest psychological hurdle first: trying on jeans that i certainly couldn’t get up one leg when preggo and even couldn’t wear in the months before due to some unfortunate but expected weight gain in los angeles.

lo and behold! my old jeans (drumroll, please) …

FIT!

that’s right: F-I-T!

shout it from the mountaintop, friends!

in fact, most of my clothes fit … i’d say a good 90% … the stuff that is headed to the goodwill is primarily stuff that no 35-year-old* married mom should wear … stuff that can only look good when a chickadee is single, kid-free, and without the stray gray hair poking out from the top of her head …

*UPDATE: i just remembered i’m actually 36. (sigh.)