...okay, good, you're back. Well it's been eight months since I purged the clothes closet and turned all the hangers backwards. So today, while practicing packing my suitcase, I figured it was a good time to deal with all those hangers that still hadn't been turned back around.
Remember my rule about not trying the stuff back on? Well, I broke my rule. Of course I did. 'Cause that's what rules are for. But turns out it was a good rule to break. Because the trying on solidified in my mind that the stuff that hasn't been worn in eight months truly deserves to go. I kind of figured that after so much time spent getting rid of stuff I'd start getting soft. But I actually think I'm getting tougher. Less attached. More of the "it's just stuff" attitude. So everything still on a backwards hanger is gone.
Stephen King fans will know exactly what this means. My friend who gave me the shirt sure did. And I happened to be wearing this shirt when I penned the very first short story that I had published. Coincidence? I think not.
Remember my rule about not trying the stuff back on? Well, I broke my rule. Of course I did. 'Cause that's what rules are for. But turns out it was a good rule to break. Because the trying on solidified in my mind that the stuff that hasn't been worn in eight months truly deserves to go. I kind of figured that after so much time spent getting rid of stuff I'd start getting soft. But I actually think I'm getting tougher. Less attached. More of the "it's just stuff" attitude. So everything still on a backwards hanger is gone.
With one exception. An authentic Levi denim shirt that I've had for years and years and years. It's so worn it's almost white now. And soft. Like butter. It gets to stay.
Okay, two exceptions. I also couldn't part with a funky vintage second hand white shirt made by the This is not a hat company. All around the collar it says All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy ....over and over and over. There is a typewriter stitched on the left front with a piece of paper in it with the same phrase....written over and over and over.
Stephen King fans will know exactly what this means. My friend who gave me the shirt sure did. And I happened to be wearing this shirt when I penned the very first short story that I had published. Coincidence? I think not.
What I do think is that I really should start wearing that shirt again.
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