There are some really cute and still stylish clothes stored here that I will never wear again. If I ever lose enough weight, there are other clothes in the world, clothes to be bought or clothing I can make. So, they will be sorted, maybe tomorrow, and taken to a clothes closet on Tuesday.
Some pants I will still wear have gotten a tiny hole. My toe ripped it larger. Then, I shoved a foot through the toe-sized hole. The next time I wore the pants, I manage to rip the hole to the hem. I don't mind wearing these in the house or in the back yard. Finally, though, they are getting a little obscene to wear. I have cut them up for rags.
Sadly, I am throwing away my favorite pair of socks I have had for 20 years. They feel soooo good. There is no more heel and the rest of the sock is slowly disappearing. Actually, these went into cleaning/dustrag bag.
I have unearthed clothing bought for grandchildren's gifts, clothing that disappeared by gift-giving time. Thankfully, I had the receipts and received money back. One week, I got $40 back from clothing and various other things I bought for the house. Of course, one week I received less than $2 back. What was I thinking?
Maybe I mentioned this before, but I gave away three plastic Adirondack chairs I bought at a yard sale. Neither exbf nor I could get out of them. They were faded apple green and turquoise. My friend who received them spray-painted them a dark gray--so classy. Okay, they are as classy as plastic Adirondack chairs can be. They are out of my yard. Exbf did not mind moving things for me. Other mowers do! Besides, why keep something I cannot use.
For many years I wore earrings every day. Then, I quit. Now, I wear them all the time, again. I found the box of earrings and went through them. Surprisingly, about half of them are still ones I will wear. What to do with the rest? Some are lone earrings, some just out of style. I have several ideas, just need to get on this and get them out of the way. At least they are sorted.
There is a whole bookcase of books to be purged, still. Remember how I got rid of 800 books one summer to leave me with a total of 1000 books still here? These books on one bookcase that was out of the way seem not to have been sorted. Maybe they were sorted and I just don't want even more of them.
With stuff gone and stuff going, it feels good!
What are you getting rid of?