After purging my closet a little over a month ago, I had a destination in mind for the clothes that would no longer take up space in my wardrobe. It is a result of a furniture rearrangement project in the master bedroom. The clothes were way out of control. When you don’t like to put things away, they pile up, and one of two things happens. You give up and live in a place that looks like several bombs went off, or you get fed up and do something about it. So, during the first full week of December, my husband and I tackled the master bedroom.
Several months ago, he came home one night to find that the project was started without him. Then I did my thing, and worked on other stuff for a while. Until I couldn’t stand it any longer. He had been after me to put the clothes away, and I decided it would be the perfect time to purge them. We worked together on the furniture rearrangement. By the time I had sorted the keep pile and was ready to get them all put away, it was heading for 3 AM. He came to the rescue and helped me finish. Sometimes he reminds of why I fell in love with him. He is a keeper. My 3 AM hero.
Fast forward to today. I had made a point of keeping the clothing for a donation. I have a friend that re-purposes clothing into other useful, beautiful things. Like messenger bags. It is a source of income for her family, and being a creative person myself, I wanted to give the two and a half bags of clothing to her. She may find some gems to wear, and that is OK too, although most of my clothing would be the wrong size.
We had decided to go to a movie tonight. We have seen a few movies together over the years, it is something we both enjoy. After we delivered 50% of the clothing I used to have in my closet and in piles around the bedroom, it felt good. There was a little twinge when I saw them one last time, but I’m never going to fit into the black and white polka dot dress I got for my sweet sixteenth birthday again. So I passed it on, and decided a movie on cheap night was a fitting reward.
Since we had planned ahead, he made supper so we wouldn’t have to eat out. We made the donation delivery, then rushed home to eat. I puttered around for a couple of minutes getting ready and he went out to start the car. That is when irony decided to rear its ugly head. I got my coat, turned off the lights, locked the door, climbed into the car and that is when it happened. Another pair of jeans died tonight. On the left inside thigh, not a little hole, they are no longer fit to be worn in public.
So I sat in the car long enough to realize that I had to go change my pants. After that fiasco, we went to the movie. We missed the first of the trailers, but still had time to enjoy the show. (We both enjoyed Rogue 1). Now we are home again, and I have to start a new donation pile. Oh, the irony.
Something else came to mind in light of this unfortunate event. A person with a thigh gap never has this problem, and I am a little jealous of that. I am overweight, and even when I was not, this thigh gap phenomenon has never been something I have experienced. Year after year I wear through the inner thighs of my pants. Mostly jeans, because I love a comfy pair of jeans. Until I walk my way through them. It’s not like a seam tear that can be fixed. The fabric actually wears down to the point where it is almost see through, and then they blow out. It’s not even a size issue, because they fit comfortably, it is just where they are worn out from being a favourite pair of jeans.
As hard as it was to give away the treasured pieces of my wardrobe by choice, another pair of jeans going down was far more traumatic. There are times when I notice the fabric is starting to look worn, and I can prepare myself for the inevitable tragedy. Today was not one of those days. At least it happened at home, in my driveway, and a change of pants was not a big deal. It could have been worse. What is the silver lining here? I have to go shopping for new jeans. I guess it is time for a new pair. Time to start looking for a good sale. One or two pairs of new jeans would be a treat too.