So, I’ve spent some time this morning, digging in the closet in the 3rd bedroom. It’s full of boxes and some old clothes. When I went digging this morning after my dentist appointment, I found clothes I’ve not seen in a long, long time.
I had a fairly decent wardrobe when I left Further South back in 2010. I packed them up, thinking I’d have them back and unpacked within a year. That didn’t happen. When I moved here, I’d kinda forgotten them. I had in the back of my head they were size 14 to 16, which is what I was wearing when I moved down there in 2006.
Either or I found them this morning. They are, for the most part, 18’s. (I’m currently in an 18/20) Some of them are quite dated, for lack of a better term. Others are… bad color choices for me. There is a pale pink sweater with a clown color and crocheted roses … dear Jesus, there is a pair of corduroy pull on pants that go with this top… where WAS my fashion sense???
I’m thinking I could:
A) Wash them and put them in my rotation. I don’t NEED to buy new clothes. I’m pretty well set for a wile.
B) Wash them and hang them out with other things at the neighborhood yard sale in 6 weeks. And what I don’t sell, I can send to the Women’s Homeless Shelter.
I know, I know. First World problems.