I think one of the reasons we dread cleaning out our drawers and closet is that it forces us to face our failures. And, by that, I mean fashion failures. The piles of clothes on my bed, destined for Goodwill, represent many 'what was I thinking?' moments. The boat neck shirts I kept buying and buying, even though I could never figure out how to hide my bra straps under them... the cropped sweaters I thought would look cool over long-tailed camis and t-shirts....the "nice" shirts I bought for work that made me look like a box....sweaters with gold buttons (what?!!?)....the list goes on and on. The upside is, in one of my drawers, I found this photograph of me - circa 1985-ish - that made my fashion faux pas pale in comparison to my hair disasters. Check out the shoulders on that dress, though. I could tackle that woman with the sleek ponytail and bring her down!