In a fit of pique, or perhaps inspiration, I have reduced my clothing to one five-drawer dresser, one half of a hanging wardrobe, and a milk crate (underwear; no need to fold, just reach in there and grab what ya need).
Sick of trying to “stay organized” I reckoned up just how much of my writing time was ebbing away via clothes management, including but not limited to: laundry, what passes for folding at our place, stuffing things into drawers, and finding items when I needed that certain turtleneck or some such.
A lot of time got devoted to this. No. No no no. I’m working hard on my next book, and laundry doesn’t factor in.
The problem with that is, Jack and I tend to wear clothes until you can hold them up to the light and read through them. Things with holes go over contrasting colors for that special layered look. The trousers that feel comfy get worn ad infinitim (cotton ones with drawstring waists, to the chagrin of my fashion conscious friends who have to go out in public with me dressed like that). The smart, tailored ones get stuck at the bottom of the drawer. Now that I’ve reduced to one dresser, I’m gonna have to start wearing the slick ones with buttons. Sigh.
It’s a fair trade. I’m busy, and managing clothing over-consumption doesn’t factor in this year. Of course, there are moments. Jack and I did a book club in Abingdon last week, arrived early at the rendezvous, and went to the thrift store at the end of the parking lot. I came out with a sweater.
It was a really nice sweater, hand knit, 100% cotton from Peru……
Anyway, my New Year’s Resolution: the little stuff is not gonna fritter time away from the big stuff, and a woman who wears elastic waist trousers under her hand knit thrift store sweaters can freely admit that clothes are little stuff. Avaunt, away, ye loads of brights, darks, and whites. Color my world with metaphor, allegory, and using just the right gerund.
Merry Christmas to all and to all Tidy Whites!
Wendy Welch: Books, Yarn, Cats, Opioids 
I loved the wRites of Laundry!!
Thanks, Lourene
On Fri, Dec 23, 2016 at 6:07 PM, Wendy Welch, Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap wrote:
> wendywelch posted: “In a fit of pique, or perhaps inspiration, I have > reduced my clothing to one five-drawer dresser, one half of a hanging > wardrobe, and a milk crate (underwear; no need to fold, just reach in there > and grab what ya need). Sick of trying to “stay organize” >
Oh, I am right there with you. Clothes, shmothes.
*clinks glass to yours*
And Merry, Blessed Christmas to you two, to…..I so enjoy your writing and look forward to much more in 2017. At the time of writing I am waiting to be picked up to travel to Invercargill (bottom of the South Island in New Zealand) to spend Christmas with family and meet my newest great-great nephew. 🎄🎄🎄 and it is a beautiful sunny day!! Judith
Ah, this was why Jack was commenting on Invercargill!
That’s a very Scottish name – Invercargill! ‘Inver’ means the opening of a river to the sea (or to a bigger river). I believe some of the McLeods of Skye emigrated to NZ.
Who are you talking to, dear?
Priorities! You bet your knickers!
Indeed! Happy Christmas!
What a delightful read! I too love thrift stores,and about 20 years ago vowed to never again wear pantyhose, collars, inflexible waistbands, or clothing that must be drycleaned. Books, cats, comfortable clothing–life is good! Love And a very Merry Christmas to you and Jack!
I just washed my “dry clean only” coat in our washer… :] It looks like new. Took three days to dry, but so what?