In the final days of January, there was shrinkage.
I was devastated. I picked this tunic up years ago at the castoff boutique largely because it was cute but also because it is bad (shatnes!). It is a piece I don't wear very often, mostly because it is itchy & I have to have the right things layered underneath of it. But I love it when I have it on. It was a key piece in my travel wardrobe for Dec 2016's jaunt to Mexico City.
I play pretty fast & loose with washing woolen things at home & as a knitter, I tend to do ok. But, idk. I guess the last time I laundered it, I had been more tender with it and really just plunked it in a basin to roll it in a towel. This time, it went through the whole delicate cycle & oh, no. It just took me by surprise, the felted heft of it. I could not even remember what I had been thinking.
What a twisted-up mess. I am sure that if we re-wet it & block it, Fille can wear it if she might like, or I can give it away, but ... I was sad.
The closet-cleaning ppl are always so rigid & boring, If you haven't worn it in [interval] get rid of it.
I mean, for fuck's sake, I got rid of my wedding gown, ok, because I hadn't worn it for 15 years + wasn't going to wear it again. But as far as the rest of my clothes, am I supposed to consign myself to forever a look book of [(ratty old blue jeans + one short-sleeved t-shirt over a long-sleeved t-shirt)+ (woolen tunics over leggings) + (dresses that would be frumpy if they weren't thrown over yoga pants) + (strapless/backless maxi dresses)] for the ages? Jesus, whatever, uptight, what if I want to dress like a harem girl on travel? A nun??
So I balk at this directive, usually, and after hemming + hawing I fold everything back up and feel confused out of the sorting projects of the world. Thinking about all of it distracts me & the whole thing turns stupid & time-wastery + existentialist. I don't need all that. For what?
So I tried to think about the upside of the destruction. (Just get rid of it!) But, it was ruined, I was shocked & saddened, on the other hand, it was, in fact, itchy. But just because I don't wear a thing all the time, does that mean I should give it away for good? Does not wearing all the time diminish my enjoyment of it in its place? Does not!
I have not eaten duck charcuterie since 2015. Does that mean that I can never again some holiday swan into the salumeria & pick up a pound of duck prosciutto? No! Do I have to eat it every day to legitimately enjoy it? Incorrect! So, what am I? Some baby?! Some clothing/outfit glutton monster?!? Am not!
I typed a description of the thing in the eBay search field & there was one for sale. It is on its way already. At the same time, this has changed everything about my closet-cleaning rubric and I am free. Happy ending! See you xx