Okay, I’m being brutally honest with this post. Things were getting out of control, to say the least. I couldn’t even walk into the guest room anymore. Books, clothes, baby things, not to mention all the boxes that the exhibit pieces were packed in were all on the bed and overflowing onto all flat surfaces. Funny how they all seemed to accumulate in the entryway too, so that I had to tiptoe my way into the room zigzagging through all the clutter. Yes, very pitiful.
In addition, in the master bedroom, another disgusting bit of clutter was happening. Twice a year I change over my wardrobe. So I had dragged out all the boxes with my winter clothes, and have been living out of those since the weather change. Then not wanting to put my summer clothes away, I was stacking those on the dressers and chair awaiting the switch.
Well, today was the day to reclaim those two spaces as rooms not closets. I was ruthless in getting rid of the extras. I retired many of my favorite wardrobe staples….that light blue chenille sweater, the red striped ribbed tshirt….those who see me regularly know the ones. And all those things that I looked at and said, ug…I don’t even want to look at this let alone wear it anymore, are gone. I have another issue with the current clothes available at the stores. Tshirts are just the right length when I buy them, but wash and dry them once, and they turn into midriff tops…not good. I know I am long wasited, but come on, start using better fabric that doesn’t shrink 20% in length. A little shrinkage is expected, but that is ridiculous, the “too short” pile of shirts was substantial. Okay, this has turned into a rant…I’ll stop now. Does anyone else have this shinkage problem?
This photo does not do justice to the pile stacked on the front porch. It is much larger than it appears. I wonder if the IRS would accept this photo as proof of my charitable donation:
And this does not include the bags of books in the back of my car to take to the library. Where does all this stuff come from? Unbelievable. But what a great sense of accomplishment, and satisfaction knowing that all this unused stuff is going off and hopefully be appreciated by someone else.