I got up this morning and I wasn’t in a great mood. No reason. Just not a great mood. Grumpy, sort of. I decided I should wear something other than black because — my husband really believes in this — you should “dress against the weather.” I figured I should dress against my crummy mood, so I went looking for a long, red dress which I wear around the house. It’s comfortable, warm. And I couldn’t find it.
It doesn’t mean it isn’t there. When it comes to my clothing, not finding it is more typical than finding it. Much of my clothing is dark — black or charcoal or navy — so it all looks pretty much the same. Including when I’m wearing it. Moreover, the closet is crowded with clothing I always mean to wear, but don’t.
I gave away a really nice outer jacket yesterday. That felt good. But today, I wanted my red dress and I could not find it. Finally, I looked up and realized I had maybe a dozen pairs of pajama bottoms I used to wear and no longer do, not to mention a whole bunch of plastic bags that used to hold blankets and quilts. And there are a dozen shirts which I don’t wear because I don’t like them. Will I change my mind and like them in the future?
I grabbed the big bag. Pulled down all the pants and shirts … and stuffed them into the bag. After which, Garry carried out to the trash.
Whew! Suddenly, I felt better.
I found my red dress. I cheered up. Now, I just have to do the same thing with all the rest of that stuff I know I will never wear again.
Is this the oncoming of spring? Maybe it is!