I’m in uber-cleaning mode today, and it’s not pretty. I decided to chuck some things that I’ve been hanging onto for no good reason, like a dress that I started sewing when I was fat, gave up on because I knew I’d be too fat to wear it, then carted it around or stored it for the last 13 years unfinished– now I’m waaaay too thin to wear it. Screw trying to find the zipper for it, I’m filing it under ‘garbage’ and getting rid of the darned thing.
I hate to do it, my frugal side says “Wen– you’ll fix it, you’ll mend it, you can take it in, you can still use it.”, my packrat side says, “Wendy you’ll miss it when it’s gone.”, my sentimental side says, “Oh! You should keep it to remind you of those times.” and my neat side stopped speaking years ago when it up and died.
I’m going to resist and not listen to them. Out! Out! Gone is the dress! Goodbye old shoes, goodbye nasty old coat, goodbye ratty sweater– I’ll miss you all.