Problem Solved

The more I thought about last week's problem, the more I realized I just didn't need more stuff.  I liked the idea of keeping some clothes to show the kids what I wore, but . . . eh.  I keep a lot of things for them (blankets, clothes, loveys, etc.), and I didn't feel like keeping clothes was going to be that impressive to them . . . or if it was, it wasn't worth it at the risk of my sanity.  Still . . . I had the whole issue of not wanting to get rid of them even though I felt like I really needed to.

Then I became obsessed with New Dress A Day.

Problem  . . .

. . .  meet solution.

I had visions of turning ALL of my old maternity clothes into wearable closet staples, but after a disastrous fight with a half-lining on a knit shirt and the nausea I felt every time I touched the funky polyester on what used to be a favorite maternity sundress, I settled for one good shirt. And it is a good shirt. Granted, it was an Old Navy t-shirt that ran a bit small for a maternity shirt anyway making it fairly easy to alter . . . still, I did it. I sewed and cut and made it mine.

Apparently, that's all I needed. One good shirt in my closet. Because the rest are in a bag ready for Goodwill. I don't need them, and I feel absolutely no anxiety about it anymore. Whatever works, right?

Problem freaking solved.

I rock.