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