<![CDATA[Early-summer cleaning]]>I guess I kind of missed the usual deadline for spring cleaning. I spent a bit of time this evening going through some bags of 20- to 25-year-old clothing down in the basement. I’m not sure why I kept all of this old clothing, other than perhaps the vain hope that it might one day fit me again (although I have no idea under what circumstances the younger me thought a pair of jeans with a huge hole in the crotch might be worn again). So I started dividing the old clothes into three piles: brand-new, never-worn stuff (gifts from grandmother!), stuff that’s still wearable but I will never wear again, and stuff that’s past reuse. (There’s a pile of old underwear in here. Really? Why, oh why, did I think that was worth saving?!) The first two piles will get bagged for donation — the second after being thoroughly washed — and the third will go in the trash. Hopefully somebody will get some use out of this stuff.
Oh, and that Youth for Understanding T-shirt from 1989? You bet I’m keeping that.
I’m only about a third of the way through the old-clothing pile, and I’ve already filled the washing machine once. I have no idea what other things I’ll find.
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