Nekkid Resurrection

I changed belts four times this morning.  While a recognize that I have lots of clothes in my closet, I also know that they span three different sizes of Brian.  I’ve let go of most of the biggest of my clothes, but this morning I was dead set on wearing a pair of pants that I bought about ten pounds ago, thus the belt was important.  It not only needed to bring together the upper and lower portions of my outfit, it actually had to keep my pants up.  It took me four belts to settle on one that met my standards for both purposes.

The disturbing thing is that they were all brown, casual, leather belts.  Pretty basic design.  Had I shifted into brown dress belts, another four.  Slightly funky belts that look good with jeans, another three.  Add one webbed belt you complete my brown collection.  The brown ones do account for the vast majority of my belts, but still — how could I possibly need twelve brown belts?  How did I even end up with that many?  I know several were purchased on the road when I had been careless in packing — hardly an excuse.  Once again, I’m embarrassed by the contents of my closet.  I don’t even really like half of them.  More to let go of.

I wish I was doing something really noble or impressive here, or that it hadn’t taken me another half hour past getting dressed to recognize the absurdity of the belt thing.  Blogging about this is not a grand gesture, it is an attempt to keep me honest — to look at my relationship with stuff and begin asking hard questions.  It’s really a small-scale start, but it’s what I can do today.

Pledged what I figure I’ve spent on belts and socks each month for the past year to support a friend’s work in town.  Sigh.