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?
Dec 28
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