It’s Sunday which means it’s also laundry day. And it’s my job to sort the clothes according to whites, light colors, and dark. Earl is in charge of the actual washing, drying, and folding. Personally I don’t understand why he can’t sort too, but perhaps it’s an old dog-new trick thing.
Regardless, this morning found me evaluating some of my jeans and tops that are beginning to lose their shapes. Or maybe I’m the one who’s losing her shape. As I checked pockets for tissues and used pre-spot on clothes, I decided some of my clothing needed to be retired.
There were a couple slacks that I really don’t like and relegate to the days I garden. If they are muddied, then I don’t care. There were also some T-shirts that were past their prime. Still, I put them in the appropriate pile for washing and decided to check them again at the ironing stage.
I’m thinking that this time next week my closet will be less jammed, because I’m going to keep only the items I enjoy wearing. Will I replace the others? It remains to be seen.
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