I just can’t part with things that have a memory attached to them. It kills me, and my overflowing house is proof. But I have found something more important than my treasures, my daughters (and their stuff). So in attempt to make room for everything else in the house, and bring my daughters up in a tidy house, I am on a mission to purge. Oh no, this isn’t one giant purge. That would cause me to hyperventilate and become quite depressed. But little by little, I am going to purge.
Up first, my treasured high school t-shirts. Bye-bye shirts from my days as a Thespian. Little Shop of Horrors and Grease, you severed me well. While this mighty pile of shirts once called the dresser drawer in our guest room home, the guest room was eliminated nearly a year ago in order to make room for baby and the shirts had taken up residence in a basket on the floor in our office. (I wasn’t brave enough to even look through the rest of the basket of stuff, but the shirts are a huge under taking for me.)
While I am making a confession… Least you should think this pile of 21 t-shirts was all from high school, I have another confession. Yes, a couple were from middle school and, gasp, even a couple from elementary school. Good times! (Someone please tell me how a men’s M shirt was my size of choice in elementary, L in middle and XL in high school. What was up with the ’90s?!)
I have already had one moment of weakness when I tried to salvage just one shirt for my upcoming painting project, but I held strong. My husband tells me my shirts will go on to serve someone else well, but I fear my old school shirts will merely end up in the trash at someone else’s hands. A fate that makes me ill to think about. So, I will try to live in the naive world of believing that perhaps a parent/student from one of those schools will find their way to those shirts and they will live on again.
This has been step one in my purge to a clean home. My name is Jennifer, and I am a pack rat.