2-4-1

I am somewhat of a tight wad when it comes to myself. I don't go get my nails done, I try not to get my hair done unless I have to, and up until recently I didn't really ever go shopping for clothing for myself. Most of my clothes are very old (some I've even had since high school) or they have been graciously passed down by great friends (thanks Lori). When I did shop sale racks and I would find a cute shirt that could also be worn once pregnant I considered that a 2-4-1 deal! Fast forward to now and I pretty much hate anything that is empire waisted or poofy in the stomach area... for obvious reasons. However, I continue to hold on to these stupid things hoping one day I can put them to use. Well Chad and I are selfishly redecorating out entire bedroom and bathroom. Flooring, paint, furniture, decorations.. the works. Included in that is a new more functional closet! Part of the deal was I really need to let go of a lot of clothing that I've been holding on to before we got started on that. The problem was since I never shopped I clung onto what I did have even if it had a hole, or a stain, or if I had to ghetto rig the button closed. You get it. Now that I am actually buying newer things for myself here and there I can finally purge. I came across those pregnancy hoe clothes (that's what I call them) and wasn't sure what to do with them. By the way, I mean nothing derogatory by using the word hoe. I'm a hoe. You a hoe. My mom is a hoe. You get it. Anyway, a friend from TB suggested packing them away for now so they were in my face or in my space. Great idea, duh. So I came up with the genius idea to shove those pregnant hoe clothes in the future nursery in a dresser that is just sitting it there. So I cleaned out my closet and had a Nikki hoe pile (for my friend who is smaller than me), a pregnant hoe pile, and a thrift store hoe pile.  I have 4 trash bags already and haven't even gone through my dresser yet! I love purging!