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Things have been so hectic these past few days. The big road trip approaches with frightening speed. Since Louis and I will be doing camping I’ll need heavier clothes and more of them. I’m flying SouthWest so I can check my duffle bag without incurring a charge. The one thing I’m scared of is my bag will not make the transfer in
I’m so wanting to simplify and “declutter” my life! When I retired in 2005 I accomplished a great deal by ridding myself of my old factory clothes. There are still too many clothes, especially the tee shirts department. My shirts go through a cycle. When they are new, I wear them for good. Gradually as they disintegrate, they get assigned to being worn on dirtier, nasty jobs. It had reached the point where I had a drawer of threadbare worn out tee shirts.
NPR’s Morning Edition had a segment on “Hoarders” today. I don’t live surrounded by stacks of stuff; I just have a bit too much. This one lady in the article confessed how she held onto clothes she could no longer wear because they reminded her of a happier time. The solution was to take a picture of the clothing. Talk about hitting home!
This afternoon I sorted through my chest of drawers. There were sweat pants that “crunched” when I tested the elastic: Tee shirts I could read a book through. It’s the tee shirts that are the hardest. There are shirts I’ve had for 25 years! That is nearly half my lifetime! That is insane!
I have a bag full of shirts to go to the thrift store. What they can’t sell gets sold as scrap. Believe me none of those shirts have any resale value as they stand. But the memories they hold are beyond value.
I only took a photo of one shirt that Ron gave to me from the Cornhill Festival of 1986 held in
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