Time To Say Goodbye...

First before I get started I just wanted to apologize for the delay in time for my next entry. Understand that the type of blog I am attempting to portray is more writer based than photography and if there is nothing interesting to write about I refuse to waste anyone's time with BS! I want to keep you all interested but I myself have absolutely no interest slapping something together and trying to serve it up as brilliant. That is not Mickey J's Steeze... Whoa! I just referred to myself in the third person... O.o SHWAGG! Ha!

Now, time for what you joined me for. Let me say this... It is so hard. To say goodbye. To yesterday. Yesterday being no other than, my size 2. I think I'm ready though. *sigh*

Well, about a week ago, last Saturday to be exact, I planned my solo time as I always do. Hopes to hit up BabyCakes Cafe for some Cinnabun pancakes that I always so conveniently Instagram for my fellow IGer's mouths to water over. Maybe do a bit of shopping since I was going to be out. PAUSE: Ladies how do you get rid of the habit of shopping just because it's your day off?! Wait... Never mind that is a whole other post.

So any who, last Saturday was so randomly rainy (something I've become accustomed to so I no longer wash my car... Don't you judge me!) which was kind of ok with me because I felt the urge to wear my cognac Steve Madden boots. Why? I don't know, just did! Well as I began going through some of my denim that I felt the need to wipe the dust off, I came across my Levi's dark blue ulra-low skinny 521's. A pair of jeans I use to wear faithfully! I knew exactly which top would go perfect with the bottoms so it was a no brainier to hope right into them. Unfortunately for me the hopping seized right. Above... My knees. This couldn't be! I thought to myself, I knew that everything had grown a bit tighter but no longer being able to jimmy my pants up was just preposterous! Whatever! I flung those over my head and decided that my mint Levi's high-wasted skinnys would call for a cuter out fit... Nope... Not a chance! These sons of denim devils stopped even lower than my last pair! Ridiculous!

Now I stood in front of my closet staring up at all of my bottom memories. What was I to do?! There were at least 15 pairs of denim and pants that all ran about the same size. What exactly was I holding onto?! I am by no means fat, in my opinion I fill out pretty nice for my shape. Believing that I would one day fit into all of them again I don't even believe really ever crossed my mind. I think that I enjoy reminiscing a little too much and for that reason I always tend to hold a pair from my old collection up to my hips and smile. It happens ya know!

Well after this shindig, I decided it was time to let go. Thankfully enough, my squadron at work will be volunteering at a "Feed The Homeless" event this month. It was spoken of last Monday in our morning stand-up. The Person of Contact also mentioned that clothing donations are also being accepted. What a great idea right?! Give my luxuries to someone a little less fortunate than me. So it's done, come Monday morning I will be cleaning out my closet and donating my old jeans, pants, and even some shirts that I have no use for anymore. Everything is still in great condition, I'm just not in the place to sport any of it anymore and there is no use in me hoarding what someone else just might be a little more appreciative of. It's been a long road with my clothes, but the road must come to an end. I am more than happy to turn down a different avenue... I won't even necessarily try to replace all that I am giving up... Well... Sort of! Ha! Any who, thank you guys for being super patient with my tardiness! Aren't you glad you waited though?! Once again it has been my pleasure and thank you for for taking time out of your busy schedules to read... On These Hips... Until next time, have a good one!