Last winter in New York when I was disgusted with my vasty hips and mammoth hams, I collected all the clothes that were then too small for me and stuffed them into a green bag to take to Goodwill. This included four expensive blazers and an Austen Reed suit that I loved.The bag was much too large to carry on the subway and I stuck it into the front hall closet waiting for the day when Tom and I would drive down Broadway to Washington Heights and make our delivery. And I thought we did just that.
"I think it's all in a big box in the garage," Tom said to me last week."
"I don't think so," I said.
Today I went out and opened the box. All my clothes were in it. Clothes I thought I would never wear again. I tried them on one after the other: gray wool flannel pants, a navy blue blazer with gold buttons, my Talbots silk shirt, a black velvet vest with red and green embroidered roses on it that I bought at Utah Woolen Mills and is perfect for the holidays; my Austen Reed suit, a red blazer and more. I fit into my wonderful clothes!
It was my reward for being disorganized, for procrastinating. Grasshoppers: 1. Ants: 0
5 comments:
That is one awesome surprise. We should do something fun in our best clothes.
I think maybe you should read An Autobiography of a Wardrobe. You might be able to relate to the story. I have it if you want to read it.
More like your reward for being disciplined, hard-working, and hungry. Hooray for clothes that make you look and feel good!
Let's go out for Tom's birthday after he gets back from Colorado (the weekend following his B-day). Some place nice.
Rachel, I would like to read An Autobiography of a Wardrobe. How will I get it?
I'll send it to you. Consider it on its way.
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