They Don’t Fit No More

That my friends, is a big old pile of clothes that no longer fits, and there is more where that came from.  After almost two months of my wardrobe arriving from its long voyage across the Atlantic to Zadar, I have decided to completely remove the items that are essentially useless.  This includes all things tight, unzip-able, unbutton-able, undoable, and abominable (abominable because of the way I look in them, not the clothes itself.)  I suppose this is ok because as they say “out with the old, in with the new”.  This is a new chapter in my life that apparently comes with a new body, so hanging onto clothes that no longer fits and reminds me of a time before is a bit ridiculous right? 

This doesn’t mean that the wardrobe left is something to be excited about.  I don’t know what it is but I dread getting presentable these days.  Comfort is my top priority and anything that is in the slightest bit uncomfortable seems to be unbearable.  So I do my best when getting ready in the morning, but it is somewhat of a dramatic scene.  This is a clip of what a typical morning getting dressed is like for me and my entourage.  I can totally relate to little Mackenzie.  “Take it off people!”