Writing a first draft for me is up and down. It involves wasted minutes (okay,…
I did laundry on Monday. I do laundry every Monday. I’m very, very thankful to own my own washer and dryer. There have been times in my life when I didn’t. To be able to throw a load of clothes in at any time without driving to a laundromat or popping quarters into a machine is a gift!
Anyway, since the change of seasons is upon us, last weekend I’d taken my bins of winter clothes out and set them on the floor. I’d been avoiding the whole pack the shorts away and bring out the sweaters routine. It’s not time consuming, but it requires me to make decisions. Like, why do I still own this shirt?
One of the sweaters is so old it may have been knitted during the Civil War. I’m not sure, just a guess. Another shirt has tiny holes from overuse. Did I fold and put away two pairs of jeans that barely fit? Yes, I did. Why? Because if I donate them, I have to buy new jeans, and frankly, the thought of trying on jeans is throwing me into a panic attack.
I LOATHE trying on jeans. And bathing suits. They. Are. The. Worst.
See, this is why I still own clothes that belong in a giant bonfire. If I burned them, I would have to go shopping to replace them.
I should go shopping.
These clothes are bad–pilling, faded, full of holes, stained…
I did it. I threw them away. No donating. No fires. Just the trash. They are not fit to be worn, not by me, not by anyone.
Do you hold onto clothes WAY past their prime?
Have a fabulous Wednesday!