Sunday, May 09, 2010
So I pulled out all my clothes and barely hesitated over the ruthless cull of mistakes and optimistic mis-purchases. I got rid of most of my skirts; I don't like skirts, I prefer dresses and trousers, but sometimes I get an idea that I would wear a skirt and so I buy one. We're not talking big money here. My flea market lady's average price is €15, so a skirt might be €20.
It's hopeless really because I then never get to wear it. I think a lot of my dislike is because they don't fit properly. I'm not an odd size, but I don't like clothes that don't fit, and most skirts sit uncomfortably round my middle and then ride up on the waist when I sit down. As I spend a lot of time sat in front of a computer this annoys me like hell.
So out went all the little buggers. Out too went jackets I haven't worn for 3 years, a parachute suit I bought when I was 18 and is really snazzy but, let's face it, one doesn't look the same over 45 as 18, various tops, a couple of dresses - one is for a taller willowy type woman, makes me look like a foreshortened gnome; the other is cut in half high on the waist and I'm never tanned enough there to make it look good.
I filled two large plastic bags. They'll go down the road to a friend's house to see if anything suits for her daughter (I doubt anything but a couple of tops will) and I would then take it to the Secours Catholique, but she has suggested doing a flea market stand and lunching on the proceeds. She still has the clothes from my last throw-out session which were too good to give away to the wallies in the SecoCatho but we can't be fagged to put them on Ebay.
Hopefully we'll make enough to have a bottle of wine too!