There is a difference between giving up and knowing when you’ve had enough.
Yesterday I returned three bras to the store. They were not expensive by most standards…about $30.00 altogether. But I don’t *need* them so I took them back.
I also donated a large bag of dance clothing to a friend of mine who dances with a troupe. I don’t belly dance anymore (“How can you give it up?!” she asked. Honestly…I love the solitary simplicity of painting, running and playing my violin more than the accessory-laden realm of dance.) And I’m glad to give things to someone who can use them and appreciate them.
I have a goal of reducing my clothing by half. My clothes take up an entire bedroom closet, a chest of drawers and several boxes in ‘storage’ for winter.
This is a tricky goal as I’m a sewing fiend with a closet full of costumes for Renaissance festivals, Halloween, etc. I live in Minnesota, where winter almost requires a second wardrobe. Tee shirts, jeans, a few sweaters, a hoodie and some scarves should be enough.