Wash the winter jackets.
And more, and less.
The thrift store called, and I always say yes to a pick-up. It forces me to clean a closet or toss a few things. Since my purse strap broke, I’ve been putting off moving everything into a new/old one, saying I didn’t have time. The truth wasn’t exactly the lack of time to move things from one bag to another, but the time to face the junk in my purse, sort through it, and clean it up.
Here’s the inventory, along with random thoughts and reactions. Starting at the top and going clockwise (sort of): Wallet. Card-holder. Calendar, small notebook, assorted gift cards. Inhaler. Chico Bag (where was this when I went to Target last week?). Cell phone. Four — yes, 4 — pens. Comb, small scrunchie, and bobby pins. Receipt from bookstore. Tide-to-Go pen. Mints. Reading glasses with case. Sample pack of dental floss. Did I forget anything? Hey, wait a minute. I think I missed a pocket. Where are my hearing aid batteries? Where’s the little bottle of Tylenol?
It’s not a picture with a purpose, like the last time I posted a picture of my schoolbag for a contest at WorkIt, Mom. This time, it’s just (in La Petite’s words) lame. Look, kid, it’s my spring break, too. It’s okay to be lame. Just be careful you don’t think it’s lame that I’m doing laundry; I’ll make you wash your own.