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Cleaning My Closet

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Cleaning My Closet

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Well, we got a bit more news about the house. It looks like we'll be settling a week earlier than planned. The owners have really buckled down on getting the repairs done, and they should be finished by the end of the week, so they've asked if we'd like to move up the settlement date. Does anyone else get the feeling that they're eager to get out of this place? Not that I can blame them. I dread the thought of having the house and apartment simultaneously and that will 1) only be for a few months, 2) require far less responsibility than owning two houses, and 3) be far less expensive than owning two houses!

Of course, we've agreed to this. That extra week will give us time to wax the hardwood floors, clean the basement carpet, and start painting, which will free more time the week we move in to get things done ... and maybe find a few moments to enjoy the new place as well!

Yesterday, I finally got around to committing a necessary evil: cleaning my closet. For some time now, I have needed to get rid of some old clothes that I had in there. I still have--and wear!--clothes that I bought when I was around 14 years old. Some of these things fit, but most of them I've outgrown, not surprisingly, since that was half a lifetime ago.

But I am not--and never have been--one who regularly buys copious amounts of clothes and discards those that have since gone out of style. I only infrequently buy new clothes, so those that I do buy are generally things that I really like and envision wearing for years to come. And my style has changed little since I was thirteen years old and is probably best classified as a mix of hippie and medieval, weird as that probably sounds.

So the clothes in my closet are pieces that I adore, that I usually chose for a special reason or was given by someone else and treasure for that reason. Bobby and my mom, in particular, have always been good at picking out clothes for me. So, silly as it sounds, I was heartbroken to consider giving away my old clothes. But they simply don't fit anymore. When I was younger, I always wanted a nice figure but was stuck being stick thin. Now I have the nice figure and have discovered that shirts that fit a flat-chested, stick-thin girl only reach her bellybutton once she gets boobs. Those things take up quite a lot of room in the shirt! And most of my dresses won't even zip all the way up the back anymore.

I console myself by hoping that someone else will get as much joy out of my old clothes as I did. They're certainly unique ... so maybe a flat-chested, stick-thin medieval hippie girl will find them and fall in love, as I did.

I asked Bobby to take them to Goodwill as soon as he could, lest I start doubting and rummaging through the bags: "Well, this would be okay if I wore if over a dress!" or "Maybe I'll be skinny enough to fit into these pants again!"

Or maybe someone who will both love and wear the clothes should do so.

But what this means now is that I must definitely get some new clothes. I've been in need for years and now can't even use the excuse that there's no room in the closet. *sigh*
  • Ah, well I just put more stuff in my closet, so at least the overall state of the universe remains stable. ;)

    Unfortunately, I need to clean out my closet too. And my desk - who knows how many notes I have stuffed in there from high school, or old birthday cards, and other worthless junk that I kept for "sentimental value".

    I'm not quite as attached to my clothes, for whatever reason, especially if they don't fit. In fact, I believe I am guilty of having (accidentally) donated my band polo shirt mid-year - a fact which I did not realize until, surprise! pep rally and where the heck is my shirt?! *smacks forehead* xD
  • Does anyone else get the feeling that they're eager to get out of this place?

    Have they already moved out? If so, then they're eager to get rid of the house and have you and Bobby be responsible for it.

    I sympathize on the clothing issue. I tend to wear my clothes until they wear out, and then I get distressed at having to replace them.
  • Just realised I haven´t had the chance to congratulate with the new housing, so:

  • Yay on some extra time! And in a way a good feeling that they want to fix things quickly.

    Ah and how couragous, cleaning out your closet. I find that, for the same reason as you describe above, hard to do. Memories attached to them and even if they are still in good condition, I can't say that I want to keep them for my kid... But the biggest evil for me will be sorting out the bookcases, books are love to and before you know it you are sitting on the ground reliving the memories when you read them...
  • Well, that sounds great! :-) One more week equals probably two weeks less stress.

    And my sympathies concerning having to buy clothes. I'm currently planning to ask what it would cost to have a suit that I really love and that is falling apart re-made. If it's sort of affordable, I'll get one of my favourite pieces of clothing back. Maybe even twice!
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