I’d like to know how you handle this old clothes thing.
Until I retired, I never gave it much thought. I was on automatic. I’d buy clothes on sale as I needed them, often going through stacks of shirts and pants and underwear piled high on Costco tables. My unofficial rule was that whenever I put something new in my closet, I threw away an equal amount of old stuff.
Now, for some darn reason, I’ve become sentimental toward my old clothes. I cling to old sweaters and shoes as if they are treasures.
Finally, Sherry made me pile up all my old treasures, stick them in a large pillowcase and tote them off to the Salvation Army thrift store. The volunteer handling the back room took one look at my pile and said, “We can’t accept any of these clothes. Might you have some things without holes and mustard stains?”
I smiled and said thank you. I waited until Sherry left for her CrossFit workout, then returned my treasures to hidden corners of my closet.
A former highbrow university boss of mine told me that clothes make the man. If so, at nearly 80, I’m doing things just right.
Life lesson