Fortunately, I don’t need to lose weight. I have been eating healthy and doing yoga for over 35 years. What I would like to do is let go of some stuff. I live in a minimal contemporary setting with little or no clutter. What lurks are the things. Some I haven’t worn, some I will never wear, some I wear rarely, but they are part of me and I can’t part with them. I once designed a line of clothing called Sensuous Sweats. Casual very practical and timeless. I rarely if ever buy clothes, shoes, handbags etc etc. I have learned over the years to collect what I love, and go shopping in my closet. I think of myself as very low maintenance. If by some miracle, I met a new love, he would never have to buy me anything. The only wonderful luxury would be a woman masseuse to come here every night and put me to sleep. I would trade in the half of xanax for that anytime. The time has come to let go of what lurks behind all my closets. Now how can I get rid of my mother’s beautiful dress that I remember, not only her wearing, but I did as well. Her scent White Shoulders still smolders a bit on the silk crepe. Lingerie I collected whenever I went to Paris, I can never let them go. This has to be a process, a work in progress. Maybe just a few things that I know I will never wear. Exquisite hand-made evening shoes that unless I had not one, but two men to support those high heels, I will never wear. I live in 700 sq.ft. and my bedroom is lovely. Built in closets with a bed. Clothes are all neatly hung, thanks to Huggable Hangers. New Years Eve is sad , because at one time it was a formal affair at the club, live big band sound, a festive time to remember with my husband. Silks, satins,lace long Pucci vintage gowns, hanging neatly in a row lingering with wonderful scents of Joy, and probably every scent Guerlain ever made. A lifetime ago, another life, one that doesn’t exist now. I look at everything and realize I could never afford to buy my own clothes today. Would never think of paying the ridiculous prices they would be now. If invited to any event just go to “the closet.” Every so often, I lovingly take a few out of the closet, hold them up, look at them,feel the lovely fabrics, take in their scent, and then, they go right back in again. Give to family you say? Of course, but I’m a very small size, shoes as well, and they wouldn’t even fit my granddaughter. I have over the years given some of my favorites to one of my favorite friends, and they became her favorites, and that was a great feeling. My “stuff” I realize is more than “stuff”. They are my memories that I keep, hanging on to forever, as well the clothes hanging in my closet.