Progress report.
Sep. 30th, 2008 06:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckI cleaned out my wardrobe today. Getting rid of things is difficult for me but I threw out a couple of clothes that I haven't worn for ages and won't ever wear again. Some of these things I bought in England over ten years ago and I'm sure some other items were even older than that. I still own clothes that are well and truly 'vintage' now, especially as some were bought second-hand or handed down in the family. I've got some wonderful hippie stuff that I used to wear all the time, but that will now only come out for fancy dress occasions, should they arise. I've also still got more than enough clothing that I can wear for the next home decorating project or for gardening. Though I'd have to get a garden first. It's quite obvious to me that I could have filled another bin bag with clothes to donate.
By the way, that's a huge industry - most clothing that is donated in Germany doesn't end up in the hands of needy Germans, but is shipped off to Africa and sold there or recycled in Italy and made into new fabric that then, depending on its quality, is used for industrial purposes or made into cheap clothes.
I dusted and cleaned inside the wardrobe. All the piles of shirts, tops and trousers on my bed were put back where they belong. It's a nice feeling of accomplishment, even though I'm still a little traumatised by my stepmom's efforts to instil a sense of wardrobe orderliness into me, which culminated in her re-organizing my wardrobe and putting little labels on the shelves when I was seventeen or so.
After that I cleaned all my shoes, something I really should do more regularly. Now I've got to find a good shoe-maker in the neighbourhood for some necessary repairs including new soles for my dancing shoes.
By the way, that's a huge industry - most clothing that is donated in Germany doesn't end up in the hands of needy Germans, but is shipped off to Africa and sold there or recycled in Italy and made into new fabric that then, depending on its quality, is used for industrial purposes or made into cheap clothes.
I dusted and cleaned inside the wardrobe. All the piles of shirts, tops and trousers on my bed were put back where they belong. It's a nice feeling of accomplishment, even though I'm still a little traumatised by my stepmom's efforts to instil a sense of wardrobe orderliness into me, which culminated in her re-organizing my wardrobe and putting little labels on the shelves when I was seventeen or so.
After that I cleaned all my shoes, something I really should do more regularly. Now I've got to find a good shoe-maker in the neighbourhood for some necessary repairs including new soles for my dancing shoes.
