It starts when we’re born. Accessories. “My daddy is the best” and “My mom is better than your mom” on our shirts, iconic pacifiers, hair bows in more styles and colors than Baskin Robbins has flavors, complete ensembles of coordinated clothing, all in large quantities. When did babies become fashion statements? Aren’t they cute enough already? I see a lot of people talking to parents with small babies and hearing more compliments about the clothing than the kid wearing them.
It continues through adolescence, expanding to toys and games. I have boys (thank you God) that don’t care much about fashion and will probably need future therapy for their lack of stylish clothing options. They do however have accessories. They have Nintendo DS’s that have lots of games, a universal charger, a fancy light sabre stylus and headphones, all packed inside a custom case. Society says, “You need more” and we respond by buying more.
Into adulthood now, and I’m not exempt from this. I might not have a lot of fancy, trendy clothing but I do have some nice things in my house. Most from eBay, craigslist and thrift stores, but nevertheless, lots of things. Accessories. I have decorative things that serve no purpose other than to sit there and look nice. Now I’m an artist of sorts, so this is an important topic. I love to create things, but with a purpose. Much of my art is chaotic, but has meaning and purpose behind it. The vase sitting on my shelf, not so much. I’ve been sucked into the American vortex of more is better. I created this photograph several years ago. This has many meaning for many people, but I see it as how we become background fixtures in the sea of stuff we own.
[item] Brown knit purse & a pink knit skull cap
[purchase info] Purchased at thrift stores, I paid $3.00 for both
[time in my possession] Approximately 2 years
[last used] Over a year
[difficulty level in getting rid of it] Easy
[destination] Thrift store
[info] I used the brown purse once. I’m not one of those girls that switches out purses all the time. I have 2 left now, but I’ve been using the same one for a year and a half now. The cap I love, but the style of it looks horrible on me. I wore it once. Just because you can wear something doesn’t mean you should.
I still need to get rid of some of my clothing. I downsized by 50% a few weeks ago, but there’s still a few more pieces I could part with. I was thinking about the clothing again after a short trip I took recently.
I went house hunting last Sunday, no, not to buy one, but to look for an abandoned house. I’m part of a photo group that goes to small towns looking for abandoned houses, vacant buildings, old vehicles or anything else that has been left to deteriorate and wither away. We’re never disappointed. This last trip to Krum, Texas produced an abandoned house, a school bus, a fire truck and a semi truck, among other things. The abandoned houses are always left full of stuff, but the things that surprise me the most is the clothing and the photographs left behind. Who leaves a house without taking these things?
Just to give you an idea, this was the living room, going into the kitchen.
These are pics of the clothing left behind.
The nightgown still hanging on the back of the door…
I always wonder what the story is, but have yet to find one. I’m led to look at the artifacts, ponder the possibilities and create my own fictional tale.
It’s dusk, the daylight slowly fading away. The stuffed pig is sad, waiting patiently for the missing woman that should be coming home now. After a long bath, she will put on the flowered gown. Where is she? Rarely is she late. What was that? A sound, followed with silence. Silence that has turned to deafness over the years. Still waiting. It’s dusk. Where is she?
I promised you dirty laundry, so here it is. There’s actually more of it, but this is my basket. My kids have one upstairs too. So why an I showing you this? I have no idea, other than it seemed like a fun title for this blog post.
I was thinking a few days ago how ridiculous it is that I have as many clothes as I do. I have a relatively small closet, at least considered small by Frisco standards. It’s a walk-in for skinny people. I thought, “What if I got rid of half of my clothing?” Helping my friend move back into her house, and helping her purge clothing from her son’s outgrown wardrobe, was the final push I needed to do this.
I decided to do it. Get rid of half of my clothes. Going into this, I had no idea if this would be easy or difficult. Will it feel like a sacrifice? Let’s see…
Let’s start with my closet. I have approximately 278 pieces of clothing in there, so I will need to purge 139 pieces. The first pass through the closet yielded 84 pieces of clothing. Not bad for a first pass, but still a pretty long way to go.
The second pass, which was a little bit difficult, yielded 28 pieces of clothing. This pass felt a little bit like a sacrifice, but when I thought about it, most of this is stuff I don’t wear anymore. This batch included my pair of mismatched shoes, as they’re too small and hurt my feet. Sad about those, but it makes sense to pass them on. These will go to the first person that asks for them (size 7.5), as the thrift store would pitch them in the trash thinking they need exact matches. Continue reading