I've just gutted my wardrobe. I still have too many things, about 10 wooly jumpers and 2 sweatshirts but I probably only wear 5 of the jumpers and one of the sweatshirts is an 'emergency' one for when the other is in the wash. a few tops I'll never wear, 3 white shirts (feminine, butch, smart) 2 black ones (one femme, one butch) about 5 plaid ones (all butch, obviously) and a shit load of t-shirts and vests (have culled quite a few)
I've thrown away a lot of long sleeved tops that I save for cold days as it's freezing today and I'm not wearing one.
I have some gorgeous stuff for charity (french connection/monsoon/fennwrightmanson/joules). I'm never going to be the person I thought I might become when I bought them.
I have 2 pairs of heels, 2 pairs of brogues , 3 pairs of boots, I pair of trainers, one pair of toms and some awful ballet flats I'm clinging to in case I go out in the evening and don't want to wear heels.
I now have space in my wardrobe for my work uniform, which is nice.
I can't cull my blazer collection. I just can't.
I haven't got the book yet, so I'm not rolling. 