I have a confession to make: I’m a little bit of a hoarder. Things mean things to me. I love to rifle through, and remember the associations my belongings have to me. I also think everything is useful, and so never throw anything away. A dangerous combination.

Yesterday, I purged my wardrobe. My beautiful dresses, stunning suits, and a few slightly odd outfit choices that I thought I might be brave enough to wear one day. 90% of my clothes that I haven’t worn in the past 12 months are now in the hands of my step-sisters. 

After they’ve picked through them, the rest are off to the charity shop. And I still have far too many clothes choose from…