Without darkness, we wouldn’t know light. And without winter, how would we know spring? The sun is out, the wind and snow have relented, at least for now, so bring on the spring cleaning! I am so ready to shed layers and dust and stuff. It’s not truly spring cleaning until we can open the windows, but I’m going to start somewhere.
A donation truck is coming through our neighborhood tomorrow, so that gave me extra incentive to get started now. I personally like to start with my bedroom. Yesterday, I went through every piece of clothing, and even tried on the questionable ones until all that was left was what I really wanted. It brought back the memory of when my daughters were little and I’d have them go through their clothing at the start of each season, figuring out what still fit and passing on what didn’t to their younger sister, or donating it. They used to call this the fashion game, and they had fun with it. This sorting became a seasonal habit that stuck with them. Last week, one of them told me her college sent an email to the students, suggesting they bring home some winter items when they leave for spring break. “It’s like my mother talking”, she said. Of course she was planning to go through her stuff and bring home her winter items.
Seems there are always those clothing items that sit in a drawer, untouched. Yesterday, I finally let go of my camisole tanks. They’re pretty. I like them. Except that I never actually wear them. These camisoles are meant to be worn under other tops. That makes two tops, plus an undergarment. That’s three layers. I really just don’t like layering. And if you are going out, you probably need a coat or a sweater. There’s four. How can we ever get to the important stuff of life if just getting dressed requires four layers? I can hardly stand to put on my winter coat, in fact, which is a bit of a problem in New England from, say, November through March. (It has been my mission to find the thinnest possible winter coat that is still warm). So after offering the camisoles to my daughters, (can you believe they turned them down? I mean, who doesn’t want their mother’s clothes?!) I put them in the donation bag. I also purged a purse and a few tops and jeans that really never fit right and a pair of shoes and a few other things. Oh and I finally got rid of my ski pants. I loved these ski pants at one time in my life-the time that I skied.
My shorts still sit in a bin in my closet, and I think they’ll be there for quite a while longer. But the clocks were moved ahead today, and spring beckons. It was actually somewhat comfortable outside and there is a collective sigh of relief, almost joy? Once my clothes were bagged up, I dusted and vacuumed and changed the sheets, and voila. Master bedroom, check. Next time, the kitchen. If you clean it, spring will come. That’s my motto this month.