Come join us Sisters as we explore how gowns have affected our lives in strange ways
Finally… my closets. One for current clothes. One for skinny clothes — in case I lose weight. One for fat clothes — in case I regain weight. And one for “happy-memory” clothes. I admire people like Penina, my daughter-in-law, whose organized, up-to-date, uncluttered closets are legendary.
Why do I hang on to things? Why does anyone hang on to things? Laziness? Procrastination? Disorganization? Inability to keep up with the sheer quantity?
Altered brain connections? ADHD?
Plain old sentimental attachment?
In my case, probably all of the above.
I’m baruch Hashem between simchahs. Just a few weeks separate two grandkids’ weddings. Major problem: the “family color” at my granddaughter’s wedding was silver; for my grandson’s upcoming wedding, the color will be navy blue. What with Shabbos kallah, aufruf, sheva brachos, and all the interstate travel in between, there’s not enough time to find and alter a new gown.
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