Red Letter Day!

Probably no one will appreciate this, except maybe my daughter and grandchildren, but today I threw away a pair of shorts that I have had for at least 15 years. Maybe 20. The elastic in the waist was sprung quite a few years ago. They were threadbare. They did NOTHING for my appearance, but I have kept them as my "go-to-hell pants" forever. I could barely keep them up anymore. When I cast them into the gar-bauge, I said a little prayer for their safe arrival into clothing heaven. Then I looked in my closet and realized that MOST of what I have is in the same category as those shorts. Too big, too small, too inappropriate, out of date. You get the picture. I need more money to beef up my wardrobe. Or a sugar daddy. Any takers??

Tossing a piece of clothing goes against a grain. My mother didn't throw away all clothing. Some got cut up (particularly underwear) and was put in the "rag bag". I was their generation's version of recycling. Buttons were cut off to put in a button jar...for possible future use. How wasteful we are now! Problem is, I don't have enough space to store everything, so I buy rags and throw away clothing...

Got into grandson Ryan's room today to pick it up after his last visit. Ack! He has a toy bin assembly in there...but one of the bins is missing. The only place it can be is at the neighbor's. I went over there but only got 5-year-old Grace who announced after a 5-second look that he didn't leave it there. Ugh!

At least I actually did some work today. Should have done outside things since it was so beautiful, but I keep pluggin' on the inside. Worked on sorting DVDs into their various cases. Dusted some. Did some laundry. Did some cleaning/sorting. The problem with cleaning out hot spots is that I manage to trash the rest of the house in the process of sorting. Right now, I have a huge pile of things to donate. Gave up two night stands today to a charity sponsored by my church. They belong to my parents' bedroom suite, but I have no room for them. They were taking up major space in a couple of closets... I hope someone needs them enough to love them.

Note to my daughter (who never reads this)--I have NO clothing worthy of donating except for the fantastic sweatshirts that my sister has given me through the years. When I croak, save the sweatshirts. Pitch the rest!