How to be a failure at closet cleaning
But I have a weakness, a terrible terrible weakness: T-shirts.
My college newspaper tee? It never fit, even as a night shirt, and I'm really past an age where going anywhere in a shirt that says "Do It Daily" could be considered funny.
But I can't get rid of it.
Ditto for the long-sleeve T-shirts printed for my high school cross-country team, when we were state champions. It's hideous. Black and gold -- our crappy school colors -- with the dates of our major victories. But it has my name on it. Just looking at it, all folded up and unworn in years, brings back memories of the nerves, the sweat and tears -- and a huge sense of relief at having moved on in life.
I can't throw that away.
So what's a closet-cleaning diva to do? I have 3.5 drawers in the dresser that I share with my husband. We share a closet. Space is really, really limited. This is not the family gold, right? It's not like I'm going to pass on a T-shirt to my great-grandchildren. And yet ... I can't stand the thought of throwing any away.
~ Deal Diva Letitia