Slice of Life: When You're Vintage
It was a mistake from the minute it began.
I'll just go through these shirts that are hanging today, I told myself. I pulled them out of the closet and placed each in one of three piles: love it (very small pile), meh (it fits and it's okay, but I don't love it), buh-bye. Once the shirts were piled on the bed, I realized I should go through all of my clothes that were hanging in our tiny closet as well as the pile of shoes which desperately needed sorted and returned to their organizer. The closet is small and to do these tasks in parts, on different days, really didn't make much sense.
Pulling items out of a closet is quick and usually where the trouble begins. It wasn't long until my dress pants were in sorted piles, dresses were pulled out, and shoes were out of the closet and strewn across the floor. As I looked around the room, I realized what had begun as a thirty-minute clutter clearing task for the day was now a project. There was no turning back.
Quickly I hung the "love it" (really, I'm using this phrase loosely) back in the closet. It was time to tackle the "meh" pile. As I began, I reminisced about the days growing up when you always had a friend willing to give you the truth about the items in your closet. I tried shirts on, gave them a good look for wear, hung some back up and folded others for removal. Finally I came to a shirt that I figured should be removed, but I loved its comfort. I snapped a picture to my daughter and the conversation went like this: