Worn Out

I have this strange attachment with clothes. I not only like to acquire new ones but also am pretty bad at discarding the old ones. Some memory, some hope or some other emotion makes me hold on to the old stuff. I would have continued to do that had it not been for the lack of space. In our three BHK house where every room is blessed with a wardrobe - Vikram (my husband) gets to use just one rack and has enough to accommodate more. While I use all the other racks plus the luggage bags and the extra wooden wardrobe and the lofts and I still have clothes outside.
So finally after a lot of reasoning inside about how attachment to materialistic things like clothes is superficial and how once should always accommodate new things and let go of the past to make space for new experiences - I finally decided to discard some of my clothes which I do not (read cannot) wear because of various reasons like change in fashion, having outgrown them both in style as well as size etc.
I spent one entire day going through each and every shirt, t-shirt, jeans, skirt etc to see if there is even a slightest of possibility in the future that I may want to wear it. I segregated the ones that were a sure shot discard case. Then I got on to segregate the pile which had items that I would want to or may need to wear. Well that was the most difficult part.
I tried and re-tried some of the outfits to finally decide whether they should be given up or kept aside for future use.
At the end of the exercise I had a huge pile of clothes to be given away. I was happy because it just meant more space for my new clothes!!
Now the question was what should be the fate of these clothes. Well that's when charity struck and I felt like giving them away to a nearby orphanage.
Vikram and I headed for Abraham's Orphanage to execute the kind thought. And boy! Was it an experience of its kind or what! More about it in my next blog :)