The downstairs closet was the one that held all of the clothing that I loved loved loved but could not bear to part with (for some reason, all of these clothes had also shrunk to the point where I could no longer wear them).
So I had a t-shirt with Opus on it, a purple and blue horizontal striped shirt (with really *BIG* stripes), t-shirts with angel designs on it, Hawaiian shirts from the 70’s with matching denim vests, a tuxedo jacket with tails (Chamber Singers), a Pink Floyd t-shirt from “The Superbowl Of Rock”, a half dozen t-shirts from a philosophy club fundraiser, and a couple of denim shirts with flowers embroidered all over them.
These were awesome back in 1991, I tell you what.
Anyway, I wince at the thought of sending these things off to the Goodwill so I visit the nephews and we have an impromptu fashion show. I pointed out that the Opus shirt worked best with ‘spenders, I didn’t know if any of the Doctors wore tails, the Hawaiians, seriously, needed to be worn with the vest… and then we got to the embroidered shirts.
These shirts were gorgeous, for the record. Hand embroidered flowers. The nephew put it on and he turned and looked at me as if to say “are you freakin’ kidding me?” He wasn’t feeling it. I guess he thought it was too blousy. It’s a hippie shirt, I tried to explain, to no avail. Sigh.
So I took the shirts down to the local vintage clothing shoppe (it sells retro toys, LPs, and, of course, vintage clothes that, for some reason, are far too small). He looked at my shirts and said “I can give you twenty bucks in cash or forty bucks in credit.” I took the credit and found a couple of vintage cowboy shirts that, miraculously, were the right size and, thankfully, loud as heck. Though, sadly, they weren’t embroidered.
But, at least, we cleaned out the main floor closet. So, this weekend, I’ll just be various flavors of depressed and missing my embroidered shirts.
So… what’s on your docket?