Warm days. Need shorts.
Rather than doing the usual quickie clothes-switch, I did it right this time. No grabbing a couple of things out of the boxes here and there. I pulled everything out of the drawers and closets, sorted through everything in storage, and pulled out only enough clothes to be reasonable: several outfits for work, a couple that can be worn to church but wouldn't be allowed at work, and play clothes for only three days per week.
Thrown away:
~ A sweatshirt that was so stained that even *I* was ashamed to be seen it. Even in the garden. Same for a pair of shorts that were too small, too-often mended, and horribly stained.
~ My favorite pair of shorts!! (Eventually cotton simply disintegrates.)
~ Pantyhose full of snags but not actual holes yet.
~ Socks that have two quarter-sized holes (per sock, not per pair) in the soles.
Put away:
~ Wool socks that weren't worn during winter because I wore my flipflops that make my feet feel wonderful in spite of the cold.
~ Jeans that are too tight -- because I intend to fit into them again.
~ Sweatshirts and other warm sweaters that were necessary before middle-aged hormones warmed me up.
~ Same for the CuddleDuds.
~ Lovely dresses that crowd the closet, but are otherwise fine and will be hauled out another year.
~ Same for the T-shirts that bring back memories, but there are too many.
~ Same for the excess jammies.
~ A couple of beautiful skirts for which I have not yet found matching tops.
Brought out:
~ A couple of sundresses.
~ Shorts.
What was removed greatly outnumbered what was added. I can [gasp!] open & close my dresser drawers without cramming clothes down into the drawers. I can find what's in the drawers. And I can look through the closet.
"They" say I should get rid of the stuff I put away. "They" say I won't lose weight and be able to wear it again. "They" say that you should get rid of something that you haven't worn in a year.
I say I'm not ready. Who knows when I'll get the perfect hand-me-down top to go with that skirt I love so much? If I had enough money to buy an all-new wardrobe every season, it would be different. If I had enough fashion sense to want to wear up-to-date clothing, it would also be different. But I know what I like, no matter how frumpy I look. And I really like "shopping" in my basement instead of heading out to the mall and forking over cash.
So there.
(When I'm ready to move into a one-bedroom condo, maybe I'll have the sense to change my hoarding ways.)
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The clothes at the mall are junk; I'll bet the old favorites you've saved are much better made!
ReplyDeleteHope your daughter is feeling better, BTW. :)