(On The Way Out) From My Closet – May 18th, 2013

I’m a bit sad about these cool kicks, but they were looking decidedly worse for wear when had to put them away last fall. Their soles were wearing thin due to the fact that I used them as brakes while riding Oliver’s scooter for the last few years, and the sequins have been dropping off all over the place, and smallish holes were growing. I really wore the crap out of them. I’m all for being an Urban Muther and everything, but since I’m not exactly a teenager *ahem* I draw the line at scruffy. I don’t want or need to look unkempt for any reason… it’s time to go, adorable sequined Converse high-tops. *sniff* (Anyway, I have these bad girls to replace them, so all is fair in the world of sneakers as of today.)
Also heading to the clothing grave? This dress I’ve had for at least five years, and I knew had seen it’s last summer, but I packed it away anyway, just in case I was wrong.
But I wasn’t wrong.
It was just limp and faded, and pin-sized holes here and there were starting to get larger with each wash… threadbare is what is was, really. So long, girl. Thanks for the memories.
Also in the heap is this ruffled tank top that never did hold it’s black colour as steadfastly as I’d hoped. (Of course, I washed and wore it about a hundred times…) I suppose I could try to re-dye it or something, but I know I won’t actually do it. I know when to throw in the towel on intentions. And honestly, the last thing I need to do is go mucking about with a bunch of black dye in my washing machine, or whatever – that does not sound like a good idea to me at all. So. I loved you once, but we have to break up now, tank top. It’s not me, it’s you.
(But for better or for worse? My youth and I are still hanging onto that sequin skirt which I also wore here. Believe it. I will rock it until I am leaky and creaky and ooooold.)