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aumentouI have been having an Epic Tidy (tm), as evidenced by the fact that I did some this morning. This may not seem impressive to some of you, but considering I got in from corp some time after three (and was in bed at about five), the fact that I've done an hour and a half is quite... surprising. I think perhaps the double vodka and red whatever-evil-stuff-that-is might be to blame.
Anyway, less digressively, tidying is a bit of a trip down memory lane for me, with occasional happy surprises when I run into some shopping that I bought but then subsequently lost in the morass that is my room. No, I'm not kidding. Picking stuff out to get rid of is also... hard. My memory is not good, and physical props act as very urgent and powerful stimuli of memories. Getting rid of stuff is getting rid of a part of myself, in some ways. But... it's mostly done. There's now a full suitcase of boy clothes (if I need them), keepsake clothes, and girl clothes (that I can't wear yet) lurking under my bed. There's also (and this is the actual point) a REALLY LARGE BOX containing boy clothes I want rid of. There's work things, formal things (inc suits), boring things, shiny things... it's a bit of a mixedbag container. So: if anyone out there wants some free clothes, come round and take. Anything that doesn't get given to friends gets given to charity, as soon as I can be arsed.
Note that they're not all in exactly my size - some are a little small, or too thin, or a bit on the large size - so if you're not exactly the same size as me there's still a reasonable chance something would fit you. EG, there's a decorated suit that's probably a 38 or 40 waist, and rather larger than me in the torso.
Also note that the shredded-and-repaired-many-times jeans are not in the box. They are downstairs, in the "raw materials for cloth armour" pile.
Anyway, less digressively, tidying is a bit of a trip down memory lane for me, with occasional happy surprises when I run into some shopping that I bought but then subsequently lost in the morass that is my room. No, I'm not kidding. Picking stuff out to get rid of is also... hard. My memory is not good, and physical props act as very urgent and powerful stimuli of memories. Getting rid of stuff is getting rid of a part of myself, in some ways. But... it's mostly done. There's now a full suitcase of boy clothes (if I need them), keepsake clothes, and girl clothes (that I can't wear yet) lurking under my bed. There's also (and this is the actual point) a REALLY LARGE BOX containing boy clothes I want rid of. There's work things, formal things (inc suits), boring things, shiny things... it's a bit of a mixed
Note that they're not all in exactly my size - some are a little small, or too thin, or a bit on the large size - so if you're not exactly the same size as me there's still a reasonable chance something would fit you. EG, there's a decorated suit that's probably a 38 or 40 waist, and rather larger than me in the torso.
Also note that the shredded-and-repaired-many-times jeans are not in the box. They are downstairs, in the "raw materials for cloth armour" pile.
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