...or just a bunch of old clothes that no longer fit?
Today, I'm cleaning out my closet. Well, actually, my drawers...but the metaphors work better with closets, so please indulge me.
I married a manly man--the kind that has a pair of jeans, two t-shirts, a dress shirt, enough boxers for a week, and a stick of old spice. The kind that joins the Army.
However, joining the Army also results in not only lots of "gear" but also multiple "uniforms." As women know, these are really "outfits" and outfits take up closet space. When DH returned, so did his gear and outfits.
Add that to a couple of my "if I lost all the baby weight why don't my old clothes fit?" shopping sprees, and you have closet congestion.
So, having been evicted from space I annexed during DH's deployment, I have been forced to make the classic keep, donate, toss piles.
This is not easy. Not only is there the time factor, there are also a number of psychological obstacles.
The most obvious is the XS clothing. Assuming for a second that I manage to slim down to that size before not only styles change significantly, but also before global warming forces us to only wear as of yet uninvented space-age super light fabrics, there is still the matter of nursing. Over the next few years I will most likely be either pregnant or breastfeeding or about to do one of the other. On the off chance my waist fits, other parts won't.
So, into the donation or toss pile with those items, depending on how much wear they got.
Even more difficult are the aspirational items. For me these are the "clubbing clothes." Sure, this would be perfect to wear at that club that is just far enough past its prime that I could get in but still hot enough as to be fun. Being honest with myself, though, I haven't really gone clubbing since I got married and I'm not about to shove Lilah in a sling and head out to hear the latest DJ. And to be brutally honest, can I really still get into a club worth going to? Donate.
The most heartrending decisions, however, involve the college, sorority, concert, Army, etc., t-shirts. Most of them were way too big to begin with for anything except sleeping in or painting in. The few that used to fit now no longer do. The rare ones that are Goldilocks (just right) are mostly too worn to wear anywhere besides around the house. I could
turn them into T-Shirt Quilt or
have one made, but I'm not sure I really want a t-shirt quilt. Frame them? If I had a den or crafts room, that might work, but right now they aren't exactly fit the decor or any of my rooms.
Toss? Donate? Keep?
I just can't bear to toss them. Unless they are super ironic, they'll just end up in the 5 for a $1 bin at the second hand store. So, for now, they occupy an entire drawer and there are more at mom's house. I will probably box them up to make room--but should I really take them with us next time we move?
Is this healthy nostalgia? Or an unhealthy refusal to let go of the past?
Well, back to organizing clothes. Sorting out my brain will have to wait.
Labels: Humor, redeployment, reintegration
