I didn’t go visit Dale
today. I didn’t visit G’s father or my
Father either. What I did was clean out
my closet. Ruthlessly. It didn’t matter how much I paid for
something, what it was, or who gave it to me, if I hadn’t used it, out it went. If it didn’t fit me, I got rid of it. I did put everything in a giant bag to
donate, and I was quite surprised at the weight of it all. You would have laughed at me.
Beige top? Beige alone should be a key for
dismissal. When did I get it. To go with what? I can’t button the turquoise shirt? Oh dear, and out it goes. Pants.
Even my favorite Ralphies that I paid real money for? They can no longer be buttoned. I’ve gained so much weight this year that I
now have a pop-over top despite all my efforts in the pool.
I wimped out when it came
to the last box on the floor of my closet.
It’s got the bedroom curtain, chair, and lamp fabrics in it. I had tried on every shirt and every pair of
pants, and perhaps I had worn out my git-up-and-go. Perhaps I will go visit John, Ruby, and Dale
tomorrow afternoon.
I need to do some ruthless culling of my closet too. I just have the worst time setting my mind to doing it. Congratulations on getting yours done!
ReplyDeletewe might go visit tomorrow
ReplyDeleteI tell David that we must think of the person who will love the new shirt. Recycle, recycle, recycle.
ReplyDelete"Ruthless" is the ONLY way to be when cleaning out a closet. Good for you -- as it takes resolve.
ReplyDeleteCame back to look at your beautiful photos!
ReplyDeleteI did "the cull" a while ago and got rid of a lot of clothes.My husband sold a stove,a chopper shredder and a lawnmower by offering them for a few dollars on Craig's list. People are moving in here and can't afford new stuff right away.
ReplyDeleteGood job, you've inspired me. No beige ha!
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