“New” jeans (or, I should really investigate my closet much more frequently)
I’ve been in the process of going through the kids’ clothes, getting out warm-weather stuff, sorting through their cooler-weather clothes, deciding what to keep for next year, what to give away, etc. I also sorted through my monster mending-and-ironing pile, mended about four pieces of clothing, four stuffed animals, threw away about four unredeemable stuffed animals (they had been chewed on by our dog), ironed ten things, took out all the winter stuff and put it in the winter boxes… Even with all of that, my basket is still overflowing, but at least it’s not dominating the entire laundry room.
With all the sorting, I realized that I needed another empty container for the kids’ winter things I was packing away. I remembered that there was an empty one in my bedroom, that had held maternity clothes.* So, as I got that out, I rearranged a few boxes, ones from our move to this house 3.5 years ago. They were all, I thought, boxes of old journals and the like — stuff I don’t want to throw out, but not anything that I need to regularly access. But, one box was labeled “Karen’s Pants** & Jeans.” I thought, “Golly, how did that get mislabeled?” Duh. I opened it, and lo and behold, it held… pants and jeans.
When we moved into this house, I was pregnant with Audrey, so I must not have bothered to unpack them. Still, I’m a bit chagrined that they could languish undiscovered for more than three years in my closet. I had missed some of them, but thought I must have given them away mistakenly, or something like that.
All of them might qualify as “skinny jeans,” meaning that I need to lose 5 or 10 lbs in order for them to fit ideally. However, I’m wearing a pair of jean capris that I’m very happy with right now!!
This confirms to me that I do, indeed, need to prioritize the cleaning-out of all household closets over the summer.
*I have given some away, but still have some anxiety that as soon as I give them all away, I’ll get pregnant again… but, yet, I don’t want to pack away the ones I have still, as if I’m saying to myself that I WILL need them, and by the time I figure out that I won’t need them, five years will have passed, and they’ll totally be out of date, and I’ll regret not giving them away sooner… 😀
**This is America, so pants are not underthings. Pants = trousers, OK?