We are having a garage sale this weekend. I’ve pulled out, re-organized, and chucked out a ton of things this week. It’s been therapeutic. A nice, refreshing way to prepare for our big (hopeful) move.
I wasn’t even planning on having a garage sale until Matt started complaining about our closet. I don’t see what the big fuss was all about. I totally deserve 75% of the closet space anyway. I am a woman. I have needs. Besides, I can’t help it that I have so many clothes. It all started the one (and only) year that I worked full-time teaching at SJID. (Also known as the year I thought I had money.)
Unfortunately, I have no need for ten pairs of size 4, long pants from The Limited any more. Nor do I have a need for eight size small/extra small Victoria Secret nighties and sexy nightgowns. Matt is devastated with this loss.
(Do you think it’s okay to sell nighties at a garage sell?)
(Don’t answer that. Cause regardless of what you say, I’m still totally going to try.)
(Seriously. Barely worn.)
It’s all good because I have so much more room in the closet now. In fact, I was feeling so
sad inspired, that I decided to take up Jami’s idea and head to Wal-mart for some new shorts. (Mine are khaki, not denim.) Back in the day, I only shopped at The Limited. Now?
Behold the $10.00 mom shorts:
My new shorts touch my knees. They sit at my natural waist. And the best part? The best, best part? MY SHORTS HAVE AN ELASTIC WAISTBAND. Gone is the muffin-top. No more unbuttoning the top button after supper. It’s like a sweet, sweet relief in the form of 10 dollars.
Matt’s thrilled, as you can imagine, with my new shorts. If he had a choice, he’d totally take elastic waistband Mom shorts over see-thru nightgowns any day.