Today was a day for clearing out some of the unwanted junk in our lives.
Out went the aspirational trousers. Out went the "what the hell was I thinking" clothes. Out went the too-ugly-even-for-paint-clothes.
The last two times that Robb and I took clothes to a thrift store, we were rewarded with loads of bad attitude. ("Books? Who wants books? "Who reads Shakespeare?")
This time, I decided to take us to small town Alameda, and this turned out to be the right decision. They took all of our stuff, without question, and even thanked us and wished us a nice day.
I'm really happy to be getting rid of my excess baggage. I think this is a holdover from being so poor during and after college. I hang onto "perfectly good" but unwanted things because I feel I'm being wasteful if I throw them away. I hate adding to the amount of junk in the landfill. If I can't use something, I should give it to someone who might be able to. And not throwing a useless item away, just because I'm horrified by the junk in the landfills doesn't do anything productive. It just clutters up my life.