Pruning time
MDH did all the packing for this latest move with the help of the Outlaws, whilst I recuperated from my night shifts. After the last box was closed and doubly reinforced with duct tape, MDH cornered me (I was getting ready for work at the time) and fixed me with a piercing glare.
"Your clothes take up three entire suitcases. Three! My clothes take up one suitcase. You have to do something about it."
"But I need all my clothes!"
"You don't need all those clothes. You don't even wear half of them!"
"Sentimental value, sentimental value!"
"Listen, you get rid of the stuff you haven't worn for the last year, or no more new clothes!"
So in the face of such an ultimatum, what could I do?
I've been in charge of the unpacking at our new location, which gives me the opportunity to be ruthless with my wardrobe.
Absolutely ruthless.
Goodbye ratty P.E. kit from Junior College.
Goodbye 15 year old stripey shirt that I always save for plane rides because it's so soft.
Goodbye oversized birthday present from ex-boyfriend.
Goodbye souvenir sundresses from Cancun, Hawaii and Barcelona.
Goodbye Benetton sweater that I haven't worn for 5 years.
Goodbye assortment of university logo tees from various friends.
Goodbye thai silk shawl from the flea market in Bangkok.
Goodbye long denim skirt that no longer fits.
Goodbye discoloured Gap drainpipes.
Goodbye Victoria's Secret jammies.
Sniff.
"Your clothes take up three entire suitcases. Three! My clothes take up one suitcase. You have to do something about it."
"But I need all my clothes!"
"You don't need all those clothes. You don't even wear half of them!"
"Sentimental value, sentimental value!"
"Listen, you get rid of the stuff you haven't worn for the last year, or no more new clothes!"
So in the face of such an ultimatum, what could I do?
I've been in charge of the unpacking at our new location, which gives me the opportunity to be ruthless with my wardrobe.
Absolutely ruthless.
Goodbye ratty P.E. kit from Junior College.
Goodbye 15 year old stripey shirt that I always save for plane rides because it's so soft.
Goodbye oversized birthday present from ex-boyfriend.
Goodbye souvenir sundresses from Cancun, Hawaii and Barcelona.
Goodbye Benetton sweater that I haven't worn for 5 years.
Goodbye assortment of university logo tees from various friends.
Goodbye thai silk shawl from the flea market in Bangkok.
Goodbye long denim skirt that no longer fits.
Goodbye discoloured Gap drainpipes.
Goodbye Victoria's Secret jammies.
Sniff.
posted by tscd at 12:13 am
8 Comments:
You kept your JC PE kit!!! Ha ha!! I laugh at you!!
...oh I am soooo rude, coming to your blog to laugh at you. Neh'mind, I went to CJ, so I have no shame and will laugh loudly. But may I just say, our PE T-shirts were reallly soft. :-)
stellou: Haiyah, you dare to come here to mock me? Ay? Ay? Cheh! I flip my ponytail in your general direction and stamp my right foot.
There's nothing like the JC PE kit (or the Secondary school PE kit, for that matter) for slouching around the house with.
Of course, I didn't keep the shorts, because who can get into their shorts from secondary school (were my legs ever that skinny?) and besides the stupid shorts from JC had some sort of incontinence pants sewn into the lining with the elastic that cuts into the thighs. Yuck.
The PE shirts, however, were the best. So soft, so fuzzy, so faded. "House pajamas," MDH says disdainfully, wrinkling his nose, "Ugh". I have been banned from wearing house pajamas.
Nooooo!!! Cannot part with the first three items!
P.E. kit will someday be cherished by some museum, somewhere.
Comfy shirt for plane rides is irreplaceable!
Ex-boyfriend gifts are --- well, I figure all these odds and ends add up to the sum of the person we are today.
I feel your pain...
tym: Tell me about it! The comfy shirt was so difficult to put in the Salvation Army clothes bank. I held onto it for the longest time, and then MDH reminded me that I have since found 3 other comfy shirts to wear on the plane, so down the chute it went. And the ex-boyfriend gift, well, I hadn't worn it for 3 years so it was really just taking up space.
I'm still sore about having to toss out the PE kit.
I did, however, get rid of a hideous piece of knitwear that I bought on a clearance sale at 'Mango'. Could never bear to toss it out because, you know, it was 'Mango', and I could flaunt it in front of my friends and tell them what a bargain it was, a mere £3.50! But then again, who could ever flaunt a neon purple turtleneck whatever brand it was? I had no idea what I was thinking, but now I know to never ever buy clothes whilst high on sugar doughnuts. Big Mistake.
Cheh, my ex-boyfriend gift was disposed of while the ex-boyfriend was still the boyfriend. I mean, really, who has space in their closet for a shapeless velvet turtleneck dress from the Land's End outlet mall?
In conclusion, all monies thought to be going towards velvet turtleneck dresses or neon purple sweaters need to just go towards jammy doughnuts.
I know someone who turned up at a fancy dress party wearing some velvet turtleneck Lands End dress. Except that her dress was dark blue and she wore this gold chain link belt for a 'Guinevere' look. Pretty snazzy. But too hot to wear in Singapore.
Still keeping my P6 apron we sewed for Home sc in sec(mal). Sentimental fools we are*sigh*
Nothing could ever get me to junk my secondary sch pe teeshirt. It's the rattiest, comfortablest, most-loved item in my wardrobe. :)
I feel your pain.
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