Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Take That, Nemesis...

Bwahahahaha...I win, I'm victorious! Now that you are done applauding for me "Victorious over what?" you ask. Let me tell you. For about 13 year (not counting 3 preganancies) my body has decided to stay in the same size clothing. Sometimes they fit a little loose, sometimes a little tight but always in that same size. Thirteen years ago puts us back around 1995. Think about the fashion of that time. Now imagine if you never wore out any clothing but added a few pieces every year. New t-shirt here, new sweater there, eventually 13 years later you find you have a timeline bulging out of every possible closet, drawer, and cubby hole. Add to this my not purging the other four people's clothing for the past 3 years and, holy moly! It became a chore that moved from my to do list to my apply blinders and pretend it isn't there list. This past weekend my dear sweet husband finally said "ENOUGH! I can't find anything any more." For those that don't know Dave is a neat freak that thrives in order. Talk about an odd couple. Together we tackled the massive amount of cotton, polyester, and various other materials oozing from every crevice to separate what we were keeping and what we were donating. Twelve, yes TWELVE lawn and garden trash bags and almost 6 hours later every person in a third world country should be well dressed, as long as they don't mind being a decade behind in fashion.

2 comments:

ANewKindOfPerfect said...

Too funny. It's amazing the things we keep, for no good reason!

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