Normally I wouldn't spend a beautiful Saturday indoors, but because I sold my bedroom lamp last week, I figured I'd better use the natural lighting when I had it. That's how I came to spend two solid hours sorting through my closet. Well, solid might be a stretch. I took a few time-outs here and there, like the fifteen minutes or so I spent making up songs on my Ghanaian xylophone before I packed it away.
As I sorted everything into three categories (take on the road, put in storage, or give to Goodwill), I discovered that I have an insane amount of t-shirts. Long sleeve, short sleeve, v-neck, crew neck -- I could probably clothe a small village entirely in my t-shirts. Clothes to wear on dates? Not so much. I figure it's not a problem though. One date in every state? I could wear the same thing on every date and no one would ever know. Fifty Dates. Fifty States. One Sweater.
I hate shopping. Trying on twenty things and thinking they all look bad leaves me with nothing but low self-esteem and staticky hair. Plus I can't stand the thought of spending big bucks on clothes when children are starving all over the world. Plus I just like to be comfortable. My love for jeans and t-shirts has prompted more than one friend to threaten to send my picture to What Not to Wear.
Well, at least I have plenty of comfy stuff to wear on long drive days . . .