Okla-homey
12/31/2007, 07:36 PM
to follow Jesus!
(sorry, Fall's Creek flashback)
Now, back to the point. Tomorrow, Jan 1, 2008 I am going to wade into that closet in our master suite, you know, the one we all have.
I'm gonna clean and organize it. I am going to fill trash bags with clothes and shoes me and Mrs. Homey I don't wear. If it would only be appropriate for a 80's themed party, to the bags. If it is a white dress shirt that doesn't still look sparkling white...to the bags. if it is a necktie I wouldn't wear to see the Pope, to the bags. if the heels are worn down on apair of shoes...to the bags.
If there is any OU stuff with that gawd-awful leaning OU we used during the Blake era...to the bags.
Ditto footwear generally. If its a leather dress shoe and ain't good to go for wear in court today, to the bags.
Multiple pairs of old and worn tenny-pumps...to the bags. Yes, even my high-top white Reebocks which used to smoke on the dancefloor on an O-club Saturday night in 1986.
When I'm done, that closet is gonna be tip-top, uber-spiffy.
Then, I'm doing the same thing with my chest-0-drawers. If a formerly white t-shirt is dingy, to the bag. If a sock lacks a mate, to the bag. If I happen to find any old greyed tighty-whities...to the bags. I short, If it's unlikely to be worn again, to the bags!
I shall then, transport said bags to my buddy's homeless mission. This time of year, they can't possibly have too many clothes on hand.
My friend tells me his flock wears layers. They do so to stay warm. It is completely impractical to launder things when they come in and start pealling off layers. It's best to pitch the dirty stuff, and give them new used clothing. Nothing would make me happier than to spot some guy cruising down the sidewalk in some of my old, but clean and still serviceable duds.
That is all.
(sorry, Fall's Creek flashback)
Now, back to the point. Tomorrow, Jan 1, 2008 I am going to wade into that closet in our master suite, you know, the one we all have.
I'm gonna clean and organize it. I am going to fill trash bags with clothes and shoes me and Mrs. Homey I don't wear. If it would only be appropriate for a 80's themed party, to the bags. If it is a white dress shirt that doesn't still look sparkling white...to the bags. if it is a necktie I wouldn't wear to see the Pope, to the bags. if the heels are worn down on apair of shoes...to the bags.
If there is any OU stuff with that gawd-awful leaning OU we used during the Blake era...to the bags.
Ditto footwear generally. If its a leather dress shoe and ain't good to go for wear in court today, to the bags.
Multiple pairs of old and worn tenny-pumps...to the bags. Yes, even my high-top white Reebocks which used to smoke on the dancefloor on an O-club Saturday night in 1986.
When I'm done, that closet is gonna be tip-top, uber-spiffy.
Then, I'm doing the same thing with my chest-0-drawers. If a formerly white t-shirt is dingy, to the bag. If a sock lacks a mate, to the bag. If I happen to find any old greyed tighty-whities...to the bags. I short, If it's unlikely to be worn again, to the bags!
I shall then, transport said bags to my buddy's homeless mission. This time of year, they can't possibly have too many clothes on hand.
My friend tells me his flock wears layers. They do so to stay warm. It is completely impractical to launder things when they come in and start pealling off layers. It's best to pitch the dirty stuff, and give them new used clothing. Nothing would make me happier than to spot some guy cruising down the sidewalk in some of my old, but clean and still serviceable duds.
That is all.