You all may consider calling the authorities and having me taken away in a paddy wagon. So here’s my true confession. I’ve found not shopping for clothes to be incredibly easy–partly because I honestly have no discretionary income any more, but mostly because I really did turn a switch in my brain. It’s just not something I really think about any more. (This may change come spring, when the juices flow and the clothes are adorable.)
I’m so much in New Depression mode, in fact, that I did something recently I still can’t quite believe. I have a new roommate (whose name I shan’t drag into this sorry story), and she’s been a delight to have in the house. The other morning, I was making the rounds of all the garbage cans, and went to empty the large-ish one in the laundry room. In it, there were some…clothes.
They were some kind of soft black knit, two pieces, with lots of lint etc stuck to them. But I quickly realized they were a top and bottom to some very cute pajamas–sleeveless top with ruched rows of stitching across the top, and the same rows of stitching across the hips of the bottoms, which end in wide flowy billows. Cute! I couldn’t figure out why she tossed them, except there was a small hole along one of the stitched rows of the waistband–or maybe it’s because they were a bit too big for her, who knows?
All I know is, my first thought was: “These are still good!” I washed and dried them, and slipped them up to my room, where I put them on and thought how very loungey and Joan Collinsy I looked (in a good way). Free pajamas! (the good news) Which I fished out of the garbage! (not sure if that’s good news or not)
Anyway, Roomie does not know I salvaged/recycled her former jammies but they are comfy and I’ve worn them several times. It might be a little hard to explain when I do run into her while wearing them.
My question to you all–and please be honest–is, Have I taken this a little too far?
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You should probably e-mail her the link. Otherwise, we’ll end up reading on some other blog (Seattle Roommate Horror Stories?) about, “My psycho roommate who’s gone all SWF on me to the point that she’s stealing and wearing my old pajamas.”
Dumpster diving in your own home is always o.k. in my book! But…If I were you I would avoid her while wearing your jammies. Or perhaps you should tell her before she finds out accidentally and wonders….hmmmm are those mine? You could always tell her ” funny coincidence, you have the same taste in pajamas.” But maybe they aren’t her pajamas? Maybe she stole them from her last roomate and the guilt has gotten to her. So much so that she had to toss the evidence.
Ok, this is the best blog I have read yet. You are so funny! How will you hide this from your roomie if they were hers??? Will you only wear it around the house when you are sure she is not there? I love this confession. Dumpster diving…Sally…this might be what we all resort to doing.
Are you friends with this new roommate? If so, then tell her you saw her jammies in the trash and you can’t bear to see something thrown away when you’re on this great diet. Tell her you salvaged them and ask her if she’s okay with that. I’m sure she’ll laugh and maybe even bring you more clothes she doesn’t wear.
This was hilarious! Read it before I officially joined this interesting group of women – what – there are no men out there that couldn’t take the challenge??? But back to the subject of dumpster diving… I have been known to pull things my adult children have thrown away out of the trash – you might need this someday – but now they are not living here, at least that has stopped. Last year I resolved to give away two items for each clothing item purchased – my husband hasn’t let me live that one down and constantly is reminding me how behind I am. I am not telling him about this… But you should come clean with your roomie so you can skip the “fishing in the garbage” step!