Sorting through clothing. Again. I’ve been hanging into a few pairs of very nice, premium jeans (designer jeans were once upon a time ‘my thing’) that I cannot seem to part with. No consignment stores wants them, even though they’re in almost perfect condition, as they’ve been deemed to be too old. Problem is that they’re waayyyy too small now (25 inch waist, I’ll never fit in them again), so what’s the point in keeping them right? Someone’s gonna be awfully happy with them…
Sorting through clothing. Again. I’ve been hanging into a few pairs of very nice, premium jeans (designer jeans were once upon a time ‘my thing’) that I cannot seem to part with. No consignment stores wants them, even though they’re in almost perfect condition, as they’ve been deemed to be too old. Problem is that they’re waayyyy too small now (25 inch waist, I’ll never fit in them again), so what’s the point in keeping them right? Someone’s gonna be awfully happy with them…
Yep some of us just have to hang on to those 8th grade carpenter trousers. ;D
I went to the craft store to see if Halloween stuff was out (it was, and I was very restrained, even putting back a giant rubber toad). I’ve been craving a burger from the bar nearby and I’m having one in the garden with a beer and reading.