02 April 2016
A purge, not just any purge, but The Purge. After weeks of hinting about it, the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML and I purged...our closet. If I'm being honest, it was a long time coming, especially for the junk hanging (and by hanging I mostly mean jammed precariously onto a shelf) on my side of the closet.
It would not be a stretch to say I've held onto some clothes way beyond their, if you'll pardon the pun, shelf life. To be clear, it's not like I'm still holding on to my obscenely short PE shorts from freshman year 1980. That said, some of what I was clinging to, well, let's just say what I thought was 'classic,' is officially old. It was time for those old things to go; hence this morning's purge.
To be honest, it felt good to fill two and a half of those classy lawn clipping garbage bags with clothes. By and large, the stuff that was in good condition made its way to Goodwill. The stuff that was roughed up or just plain hideous, and there was some plaid gone horribly wrong that fell into that category, that made its way to the trash. Some of the stuff was fun to go through, like my stack of race t-shirts from when I was actually a good runner versus the train wreck I've become, and I'm happy to report those will become a quilt. I also realized I had an obscene amount of BYU t-shirts. They, too, will meet their end as a t-shirt quilt. Yeah, repurposing!
With the purge comes the inevitable feeling of emptiness and a tinge of regret. What's left in my closet is a reminder that I am a corporate tool in my work clothes and my casual stuff, well, let's not even talk about that. The stunningly patient and mighty fine SML has proposed something of a makeover. As long as it doesn't involve a Hawaiian shirt, it should be fine. I'm not wanting this look: