It wasn't much. But I did rescue my World Series T-shirt. After all, how many people ever get to go to a World Series game in their lifetime...and while there, actually catch a free T-shirt that was tossed into the air? It clearly was meant to be mine.
And I pulled out two of Tom's college T-shirts. He always gives me extra love when I wear them. And who can resist extra love?
I also rescued my turquoise blouse -- again. But I quickly replaced it with a pink blouse that I had hesitated over yesterday. And then I shoved the rest of the clothes into two big garbage bags to take to Goodwill. Although my big red sweatshirt was calling my name, I resisted temptation and tied the bag shut. Finally, I went into the waste basket (not the dumpster, thank goodness) and rescued just one of Tom's old button-down dress shirts. It was so soft and well-worn, and I had to have it back. And, in any case, last night I found a picture of Audrey Hepburn wearing what may have been a man's dress shirt. Hers looks crisp and ironed though, whereas mine was somewhat crumpled after spending the night in the trash.
Still, if it's good enough for Audrey, surely it's good enough for me.
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