I’ve been through the closet once. Almost ruthlessly. I was proud of me.
I was hardest on the sweaters, but I really didn’t go through the pants at all. Perhaps I should feel guilty, but I don’t. It’s that time of year again. If I don’t wear something, it should go out. If it no longer works, it should go out….bottom line.
For example, I have a much loved white Chico’s sweater. Heavy cable knits keep one warm when life is lived without a heater. I love this sweater until I put it on….then it grows. It bags, it sags, it hangs like a ghost costume on a little kid. No matter how much I loved it, I stopped wearing it. I finally got rid of it.
Yesterday wasn’t a good day. I made it to the pool, but after that I couldn’t stay awake. Despite all my good intentions toward my drawers and the pants section of my closet, I snoozed and was chilled through with a dash of nausea. I woke ok this morning…so far. I’m not quaking, shivering, and snoozing over this entry like I did with the library piece yesterday. This is great progress.
Today is a walk day. I’ll walk up to the library and home. Then if I don’t fall asleep, I will tackle a drawer or two. Laughing at myself, of course. I’ve never been noted for having neat drawers.
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