Spent the morning going through my closet, getting rid of stuff that I haven't worn in years, or is never gonna fit again. It feels good. I have discovered I have some skirts I like that I forgot about, but pretty much only one pair of pants I can continue to wear this fall. I have a pair of black pants, affectionately known as the Johnny Cash pants, that have seen me through several winters. I am considering a nice bonfire for them this year. I shan't wear them again. They are pleated, too short, and hopelessly out of style. I can't wait to not have to wear them this winter. I loathe the Johnny Cash pants. I desperately need a fresh start.
By the way, all morning during my closet raid, Sirius First Wave has NOT played Turning Japanese. Happy times.
Whitney, I have a big bag of clothes for you. Not the JC pants, though. They're going up in flames.