Its not because Im a clothes addict that I have too many clothes. Its because Im old and forgetful. How am I supposed to know I already have that purple shirt? Plus Ive lived here for 17 years. I never lived anywhere this long. When you move, things get cleaned, tossed, and you have less things. When you dont move well theres too much stuff and its all dusty. Last week when it came to my attention that I havent worn a short sleeve T-shirt in years I decided to donate some of the dozens that I own. I did not decide to do that tonight. Well push came to shove, well, nothing was pushed and nothing was shoved, but for some crazy reason I started pulling stuff out of the closet and then I had to fold it all up and now I have piles and piles and piles of stuff to donate. Thats not the worst of it. I feel very sad to rediscover all these beautiful linen shirts that I have that I never wear. Either theyre too warm or Im too lazy to iron them, or both. Even sadder than that was looking in this little closet I have in a hallway where I have a garment bag and it contains dress up garments which I havent worn in years and years. The suit that I wore to my daughters wedding – shes now divorced but im still attached to the suit. Beautiful silk things that Ill never wear again. Why do I still have them? It feels as though if I get rid of them I lose a piece of my life. And Im not even particularly sentimental. Or so I thought. I remember the last time I went through some boxes of clothes I had up in the top of my closet. I remembered the years past when I wore those clothes and the sweet/romantic things that happened while wearing them. It was like a trip down memory lane. Nothing like that happened today. And then the other day I looked in the end caps in my kitchen where I have vases, pitchers, and I dont even know what some of that crap is. I havent looked at it in years. I only look at the top shelves. Now I have to go through all that crap dust and donate. What next? Pull everything out of the giant walk-in closet I have? God help me. Am I preparing for death? Nah, there is still too much stuff here for that. I guess I AM a clothes addict. And forgetful. And I dont like touching dust. Thats why things get Dusty. Dust is just creepy. I just like to shop, and I like buying things for events that I can imagine, events I usually dont participate in. This is why I wear the same boring clothes all the time but have a closet full of good stuff. This is why I have a kitchen full of gorgeous dishes. Well okay I eat On gorgeous dishes. So Im a dish addict, but at least I use some of my dishes. What a ramble. Im too tired to get off the bed and get in the shower. My words of wisdom are the following: dont buy everything you see in every color. Otherwise youll have 12 sweaters just the same but in different colors. I wont say who does this but Im pretty sure its me. Id be bowing my head in shame if I werent lying on the bed blotzed.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 08:19:59 +0000
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