I am going through my clothes, getting ready to pack up my life and move to Kingston in a little more than a week now. So, as you can tell I am so absorbed in my work, I had to drag myself away and come over here to blog about it instead. ;) This leaving stuff is not my style at all. I hate going through and throwing things away, but really, I know I have to do it. I am a terrible pack rat, and not only do I accumulate my own stuff, I am great at accumulating other peoples stuff as well. Part of me thinks, as I go through my piles of clothing, that really I should have enough clothing to last me a lifetime. Yet, I must get rid of the unfashionable stuff, in favour of new more fashionable stuff. Or, as my sense of my own style is slowly honed to a finer point, I get rid of what is not an expression of me, and replace it with stuff that is more 'me'. That has been going on over the past several years, I must say. Then there is the issue of body changing shape. Lucky for me I am much the same shape and size I was in highschool, but what I feel good in has changed a lot...thus the out with the old unfashionable stuff all over again. Clothing is such a class thing too. And an age thing. I grow out of things not because my body has changed, but because my station in life has changed. Sigh. Well, I had best get back to my work. TTFN