Clean Sweep
On Saturday, for lack of something better to do, I went through all my drawers and my closet and pulled out all the clothes I don't wear anymore or that I wear but really don't want to wear, or that have rips or buttons missing (Because if a button falls off, I'm pretty much done. I have no way to fix this).
After an hour of sorting into Keep vs. Toss, and then sorting Keep into Winter vs. Summer, I ended up with two big trash bags full of clothes, and a Gap bag full of shoes. It was cleansing to shed all that stuff, not to mention that it freed up a lot of room. I have a lot of trouble getting rid of inanimate objects, though, especially things that have memories attached.
Like the burgundy shirt and gray pants that I bought Labor Day weekend '01; my first "professional" outfit to wear to the office. Or the charcoal skirt and black shirt that I got from Old Navy the same weekend in November of '98 that my grandmother died, and that I wore to her funeral. The red skirt I wore to my cousin's wedding in May of '03, the thin blue flowered skirt I used to wear to church when I was in college. All gone.
It's so haaaard to say good-bye . . . to yesterdayyyyyy.
But I happily shed the long white sweater that I occasionally used to wear to my old job. Once, when I was wearing it, a tiny blond teacher told me that she liked my sweater, but she could never wear anything like that because it would make her butt look too big. I looked at her. She weighed about one hundred pounds. "Oh, no, it looks fine on you," she said.
I never wore it again.
After an hour of sorting into Keep vs. Toss, and then sorting Keep into Winter vs. Summer, I ended up with two big trash bags full of clothes, and a Gap bag full of shoes. It was cleansing to shed all that stuff, not to mention that it freed up a lot of room. I have a lot of trouble getting rid of inanimate objects, though, especially things that have memories attached.
Like the burgundy shirt and gray pants that I bought Labor Day weekend '01; my first "professional" outfit to wear to the office. Or the charcoal skirt and black shirt that I got from Old Navy the same weekend in November of '98 that my grandmother died, and that I wore to her funeral. The red skirt I wore to my cousin's wedding in May of '03, the thin blue flowered skirt I used to wear to church when I was in college. All gone.
It's so haaaard to say good-bye . . . to yesterdayyyyyy.
But I happily shed the long white sweater that I occasionally used to wear to my old job. Once, when I was wearing it, a tiny blond teacher told me that she liked my sweater, but she could never wear anything like that because it would make her butt look too big. I looked at her. She weighed about one hundred pounds. "Oh, no, it looks fine on you," she said.
I never wore it again.
posted by Melanie at 11:31 PM
