Sorting through the dresser drawers

Life for me has been so hectic that I have a tendency to procrastinate doing some important things. After all, there are only so many hours in the day, and when I get up in the morning I often have to hit the ground running and keep running until I drop from exhaustion late into the wee hours of the next morning. Some of the important things that I have been putting off doing includes going through my closet and my dresser and weeding out the clothes that do not fit me any more. Sadly I have gained about thirty pounds in the past year and there are very few clothes in my dresser, or in my closet that actually fit me. Yet I am having such a very hard time donating them to Good Will or some other charitable organization. And face it, when I pull out some of my most beautiful dresses I simply hate getting rid of them! I used to kid myself about “one day I will wear this again” because chances are that I will never be that slender again. And if I ever AM that slender again the clothes will be out of style, or dry rotted, or some other excuse to not wear them.

Anyway, this morning I went to my sock drawer and realized that I was out of clean arch support socks. I try really hard to wear arch support socks every day now because when I don’t wear them during the day I have terrible foot cramps during the night. Last week it was my hubby’s turn to do the laundry, so I asked him if he happened to know where I should look to find some clean arch support socks. He was adamant that he had put at least a dozen pair away in my dresser just two days ago, and he fussed at me about how I should be going through my clothes to get rid of the ones that don’t fit me….

OK, that is NOT what I wanted to hear right then, but I pulled out the lingerie drawer and dumped it upside down onto the bed, and started to sort through the clothes. The kittens were thrilled to have so many different things to play with! They decided to play tug-of-war with one of my oldĀ monokinisĀ until I managed to get it away from them. I have not worn THAT pretty little garment in the last twenty years at least, so I’m definitely thinking about getting THAT out of here! Maybe I should take a lot of things down to the local consignment shop and see if they can get any money for the clothes that I loved so dearly. I wish that it was easier for me to get rid of old things! I’d hate to be the featured “project” of one of those “Buried Alive” television shows!