I have this compulsion to keep decluttering my closet. I've written about this declutter fetish several times. I now know why I do it. Out with the old clothes that don't define me any more. In with space to be me. I did not come to this conclusion
on my own. I learned it by reading author, Jane Anderson. As soon as I read her hypothesis, I knew that was what I had been trying to do. I am evolving. I am not those old clothes. I may even wear purple some day. But for now, I am going forward with my evolution.
My closet is full of white. White blouses. White pants. White skirts. Second is black. It's hard to get rid of the black. Black goes with so much in life. You can wear it to happy events. You can wear it to sad occasions. White is supposed to have a season,
if you follow the rules. I'm about to let go of the rules. Black is neutral. It goes every where. So do I.