…clothes, that is. Boxes are being unpacked. Oh my. Sizes between the time of packing and the time of unpacking seem to have changed. Did the clothes shrink or did I expand? The food on the Island is to blame I am quite sure.
And so, this presents a challenge and another step towards simplicity. I have way too many clothes. Loads of them no longer fit. I started to box up things in a now-too-small size, to put them away in the walk-in closet. Why ever would I do that? So I can look at them stuffed in the box, much as I would be stuffed in the clothes?
What is the deal with clothing? Do I enjoy having a closet of choices, even though I always wear the same things? Is it a sensory comfort? The sight of a full closet brings satisfaction? Where do I think I am going to go in some of those outfits? This is a conundrum and one that I want to solve.
Okay – TMI right now. I left Colorado with a minute amount of underclothing. Here’s what I discovered. It was enough. More than enough. And so now I have unpacked more and I wonder why? Lesson learned – I hope.
Last night I considered counting all of my shirts and pants and sweaters and other things and doing some amazing mathematical equation to see how long it would take me to wear all of that stuff. I will might do that. It would be mind-boggling.
Today, I am wearing a t-shirt I just cannot part with. My mother gave it to me. It is raggedy, torn, thin and I love it. A few oddities will stay in the closet.