Seasonal Trauma
It's that time of the year again, isn't it?
I'm not talking about desperately trying to locate last years unbelievably outstanding, to die for, turkey stuffing recipe; recalculating how many pounds of butternut squash it takes to make a really hearty, freezable soup good for the next 2 Thanksgivings; figuring out who sits next to who at the feast, if you could remember who's not talking to whom.
It's the time of the year that requires swapping out your summer wardrobe for your winter stuff.
Swapping out, of course, means different things to different folk. For some it's moving stuff from one closet to another closet, and vice versa (I know three people who can do that); for others it's moving stuff from the front of their closet to the back of their closet; for others it's simply acknowledging that the stuff on the left side is for summer, the stuff on the right for winter.
In any case, here's what most of the mere mortals I know go through...
"Will I wear it again?" "Did I wear it in the last year?" "Have I ever worn it?" "Did I not return it to whomever I had borrowed it from?" "Whom did I borrow it from?"
And it continues.
"What was I thinking about when I bought that?" "Will it come back into style?" "Was it ever in style?'
And then the dreaded dreaded last question. The question that strikes fear into the hearts of all...The moment of truth.
"Will any of this stuff still fit me?'
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