Growing up and needing new stuff (and orange furry monsters)

It didn't occur to me when I got married. Or when I graduated from college. It snuck up on me. Maybe I just ignored it, pretending it wasn't there, like the orange furry hunger monster in those Weight Watcher commercials.  But slowly, it began to dawn on me, or maybe I started to acknowledge it, like the orange fur started coming into focus in my periphery.  But I eventually acknowledged the fact that I have outgrown my wardrobe.

Up until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't really been clothes shopping in a while.  Other things like weddings and household setup had distracted from my time, budget and desire to shop for many new clothes.  I mean, I would get things here and there like anyone else.  For some odd reason though, my clothes had recently been getting tossed into the giveaway basket at an alarming speed.  That meant I needed more clothes (oh, I hate it when that happens). There is currently a laundry basket in my closet which is not only filled, but heaped like a mountain full of clothes I just DO NOT WANT ANYMORE.