Empty drawers

Remember the hilarious snark I received a couple weeks ago, accusing me of overspending on feminine weaknesses such as clothes, shoes, and jewelry? You might say this is a follow-up post.

I’ve been on something of an organizational kick lately, a kind of reverse spring cleaning (fall cleaning?). I’ve been doing a lot of straightening up in the barn. I’ve tackled parts of the kitchen. And yesterday I decided to turn my attention to my dresser.

It’s been a long time since I’d even opened the drawers of my dresser, except for the top three (where I keep socks and undies). The rest of the drawers had a mishmash of older and newer T-shirts, shorts, and sweat pants. I decided it was time to sort through and toss the ones that were too holey for decent coverage.

Also, I did something absolutely unprecedented while vising my parents last summer: I bought two packs of new socks. Two brand-new 10-packs of crew socks. Woot! Seriously, I haven’t bought socks in about 10 years, and my old socks were stretched out and holey. Why am I so stubborn about stuff like this?

Anyway, one by one I removed the drawers from my dresser and emptied then. I sorted old from new, holey from whole, and made a pile of stuff which will get tossed in the burn barrel (including my ten-year-old socks).

Then I folded my T-shirts…

…my shorts…

…and my sweat pants, and put them in their own drawers.

Now this is where things get funny. You see … I had three drawers left over, and nothing to put in them.

This, folks, is why Don and I laughed so long and so hard over that snark about how much I spend on clothes, shoes, and jewelry. Aside from my one linear foot of closet space, this is the sum total of all my garments. Clothes just don’t interest me. I have enough to get by and provide for my needs, and that’s it.

Now … what should I put in those three empty drawers?