"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh, ughhhhhhhhhhh" I slowly stammered to myself. "I've done it again" I said to myself out loud. "Apparently I just have soo many clothes that I just throw things away without even wearing them once" I scolded.
What is wrong with me? This is the second time I've thrown away a new article of clothing that I love...into the garbage. It is SO unbelievable that it has to be believable.
The first time was in Tyson's Corner, Virginia 2 summers ago. I had just scored the most unbelievable dress at my favorite store Zara for $20 on clearance. Picture this: black, knee-length frock with embroidered bright flowers just like a Mexican dress except from mid-chest up and onto the shoulders was covered in black sequins. A sequined Mexican dress! Is there anything more perfect? And I was rushing to the airport but stopped to get my hair extensions (it was a nice experiment until I got dread locks underneath, nasty) fixed and in a rush to throw out garbage and extra bags from my friends car I threw away the bag containing my new dress. Not only did I throw it away but it was a garbage in front of a Panera eatery. No offense, they have some decent grub but it was no place to lay to rest the mother of all cocktail dresses.. I didn't realize it until I was already miles high in the sky. I just hope that someone, somewhere emptying the garbage found it and wore it like I never could.
And today, more of the same. I think I blogged a bit ago about finding the perfect pair of white pants - which never happens, btw. It is like getting a new haircut and being able to perfectly recreate it the first time you have to do it by yourself: impossible. But I found them and I was excited to wear them but as is the usual with all pants I buy they needed to be hemmed. So I put them aside to await the sewing machine. And today as I picked my wardrobe for my trip to Denver and Utah I went to find them and bam! Not there. Not anywhere. I searched high and low and really low (under the bed) but again, nothing. Then I remembered the pile of shopping bags I had outside my closet and how I wanted to be proactive and take out all the garbage - ok, and how I added more shopping bags to the pile and didn't want Ricky to notice - and they must of been in there, still in their bag.
Another wasted piece of perfect clothing. Sure, the wide leg khakis I had to buy two summers ago for my summer camp keep showing up in my closet, but the good pants go to an early grave. Maybe I should hire a garbage sifter to catch such things. I would just feel bad because 99% of our refuse involves bits of food. Yuck.
My name is Laquina and I throw away brand new clothes. Help.
5 comments:
This is truly one of the most heart wrenching tales of sadness I have ever read in my life.
This story BREAKS MY HEART.
This is literally stuff i cry over. I hope you are ok.
it's called hamartia.
you're like a Greek tragedy, you're downfall does not come from the mustached villain (which is probably your husband) but comes from your very own personality: constant shopping and compulsive cleanliness.
lish i wish i could say that i know how you feel but i don't and i am glad for that. so sorry to hear you through away your good stuff...next time just give it to me i could use them as capris
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