Today I cleaned out the basement and parted with the remainder of clothes from my single life that I hadn’t heretofore realized I was, indeed, never, ever going to wear again.
In memoriam, an ode: Goodnight, Clothes (a la Goodnight, Moon)
Goodnight, short H&M skirt. I have no idea how I ran to catch a bus whilst wearing you.
Goodnight, hot pink strapless top. I ask, why?
Goodnight, fair isle sweater. Fair isle is classic. Maybe I will wear you again? No, I will not. It has been over ten years.
Goodnight, nightgown that I wore with heels and called a dress. The nightwear section was cheaper, and I was poor.
Goodnight, old clothes. Goodnight, 25-year-old Christa. You had so much fun.
Don’t worry, I am not sad. I cannot even tell you how comfortable it is to wear yoga pants and blouses that breathe and drive a minivan.