In the spirit of “a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step,” I made my first step today by reaming out a clothes closet. A big box and a contractor’s size Hefty bag full of my winter things, plus some sweet dresses, are now out of my life. Jeans, I hardly knew ye! But I’m sure there are some big-bottomed thrift shoppers in this town who ‘ll snap you right up.
What’s next? Is it souvenir clothing–my grandmother’s sweaters, my children’s baby things or my own teeny-weeny 1970s apparel? Or will I go after the dozen boxes chock full of papers next?
As the curator of the Museum of Me, I’ve got to do some culling. Photos to come.