"Please don't make me leave."

DD#1 is going to a 1970s themed event and asked if I had any clothes from that time period. I said, "I sure do. Come on over." She arrived shortly after dinner tonight and we rummaged through all the closets in the house plus two large moving cartons of my old clothes that have been taking up space in the basement storage room since.....????? We found a large shopping bag full of stuff for her to try on and when she left I realized that even if I can loose another 30 - 40 lbs I could never wear those outdated clothes again. I decided to just leave them where we had dumped them on the basement floor and tomorrow they will be washed, dried, folded and put aside for charity. Mean while, Angel has decided to take full advantage of all my hand knit sweaters from the 1980's and the massive, satin, underskirt I made for the dress I wore as Maid of Honour at my sister's wedding almost 35 years ago. I hadn't relized I was such a hoarder or maybe it's just a case of out of sight, out of mind.

"I wuv you."