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Sun Dec 4th, 2016
 | 09:18 pm - Unwontedly and Unwantedly Domestic
Yesterday I shortened the over-stretched elastic inside my poofy hat so that it no longer flops down over my eyes. Today I am still in the process of sewing elastic to the waistband (to, not in) of a pair of work pants so I can get a few more years out of them. Centuries of women and men sewed without machines, like me, and I take my poofy hat off to them.
(Much of the sewing time was spent teasing pins from my mother's old pincushion. Most of them turned out to be needles.)
And I will not think about or regret the bag of unwearable clothes I took down to the dropbox that recycles cloth. 'Farewell my old coat' is one thing; 'farewell my Joe Cool Snoopy t-shirt with the sweat stains' is another. But I *liked* that t-shirt....
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I need to sort through and probably recycle some of my own clothing piles/drawers. It's the part of me which hates getting rid of anything that will need a severe talking-to in order to get it done. I can manage it for respectable clothes someone could wear and I cannot. But the raggedy stuff I hang on to from nostalgia and because, basically, I dress ragged for work; and somehow those are the hardest to give up. |
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