getting rid of dresses that felt right in the Midwestern summer but never feel right in the city. Sneakers that give me blisters every single time, no matter the Band-Aid/heel pad/moleskin regimen. Half a dozen cozy fleeces that are perfect for an UpNorth campfire but have never made it out of the closet here. Blouses I’ve always hated but kept because they worked well enough—life is hard enough without walking around with something on your body that makes you feel bad.
