Projecting, Part 3 OR Wardrobe Malfunctions
Having moved eight times in the past eight years, I’ve become adept at the last-minute move-it-and-sort-it-out-later, grab-n-pack franticness that results in essentially moving my clutter, and each time I think, I’ll just get it in the new place and then figure out what to do with it. I didn’t want to do that this time (even though I ultimately decided to delay the next move until April) so I decided to really get stuff done this time. I mentioned my anxiety to my friend and fellow blogger, CH aka That Girl Who Reads Books, and she told me to make a to-do list and send it to her and we could cross stuff off together.*
A large stressor at the time was the ever-expanding ironing-and-mending pile. I have some articles of clothing that I’ve moved multiple times in a state of disrepair. That is sad. It seems like every other day one of my socks gets a hole in the toe, which is annoying but not enough (in my opinion) to warrant tossing, especially if the rest of the sock is fine. Add to that my prolific perspiration (resulting in some lovely** underarm crescents), and it started to feel like the amount of clothing I could wear was almost smaller than the amount in need of assistance. When I finally went through the pile to take stock of the needed repairs (and what materials they required), I realized that some of the fixes wouldn’t take a long time, although, sadly, some of these pieces of my wardrobe will need to be replaced or removed. Can’t win ’em all.
One of the major fixes was a dress I bought in New York, wore maybe three times, and somehow stained with bleach. I can’t even tell you how it happened–I wore it, then the next time I went to wear it, there was a bleach stain on it. I realized that I couldn’t do much spot work on the actual stain, but I could dye the whole dress and hope it turned out. CH had some items she wanted to dye as well, which worked out nicely, and we both had some mending and “whitening” to do. She had just gotten rid of some white clothes because they had yellow stains on them, but we found a few that she could fix up. I had been stockpiling my whites for months. (Have I mentioned I sweat through my shirt regularly? Because I do.)
I didn’t finish everything on the mending pile, which continues to add items (oh those darn socks!*****). But it felt really good to cross some things off and return some pieces of clothing to useable condition. And, at the end of the day, spending time with CH was the best. Here’s to doing projects with friends. Cheers!
*That is true friendship.
**One man’s under-armpiss*** is another man’s perspiration-inspiration****
****My last roommate and I came up with an SNL-worthy anti-perspirant ad spoof. It’s not appropriate for this blog, but it is funny. Just trust me.
*****Get it, darn?