Yesterday I culled my closet. The scratchy tweed pants that only looked good from the front, the skirt-suit that proclaimed "I'm a librarian and you're not", the celery-green tunic sweater that seemed like a good idea at the time -- all gone off to the consignment store, along with other assorted work-wear. This shop is picky, but nothing was rejected. Perhaps librarian-chic is the coming trend.
Meanwhile I have room for other garments if I so choose, but I'm not sure I need them. Not yet. I have a few pairs of jeans to wear out first.