I have gone through my wardrobe and been ruthless. The parts of my wardrobe that haven't managed to fit into my wardrobe, that is. I only have the bare essentials in my actual wardrobe, but I have a variety of other locations which I refer to as my wardrobe whilst being better known as the chair, the floor, the sofa and the other chair.
I also have a whole other wardrobe, but I reserve that for the items of clothing that I began sewing at some stage in the past and plan to finish... sometime...
Thanks to my strict adherence to throwing anything I could swear blind I'd never seen before into a bag to place at the gate tomorrow, I now have room spare on my sofa wardrobe for some new items of clothing.
Unlike all my other clothes, these ones will actually have a shot at fitting me as well because I ordered them in my current size as opposed to the size I would like to be, or the size that I tell other people I am.
That's going to come in extremely handy right about now because I appear to have outgrown the last item of my work uniform that still fitted me.
I used to grow out of my uniform all the time when I was a girl, but for some reason everyone looks at me funny when mention that I do it now.
Who cares? The empress has new clothes!
(oh dear me, I didn't think that one through and now everyone on the internet is going to be picturing me naked... oh well, more fool you)