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If it doesn't fit, donate it
After taking a close look at the volume of clothing that goes through our laundry system, I somehow convinced the family to dispense with sundry garments that either hadn't been worn in years or were coming apart at the seams.
And so several bags' worth of clothes made their way to charity.
My own foray through my closet produced some interesting finds.
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Plus I knew, without bothering to try it on, there was no way it still was going to fit me.
That ended up in the Goodwill-bound bags along with a few relics from my college days, namely some fraternity-related stuff that I haven't worn since I was attending Indiana University of Pennsylvania, from which I graduated 27 years ago.
I did, however, keep my purple-and-gold fraternity jacket (stitched together circa 1981), even though it's a medium and I'm up to 2XL. You need to hang on to some stuff 'til you're gone.
Other family members like to hang on to stuff, too, but they also contributed to the recent weeding of excess clothing, with items that are much more contemporary and fashionable than some of my donations.
That should at least help ease up on storage space, if not the water bill.
The washer and dryer seem to be running constantly at our house, and lately I've been helping to facilitate the process.
To put that in perspective, I'm pushing 50 and had never really done laundry before. At college, I'd either take a huge duffel bag full of clothing home for my mom to wash, or barter with female classmates to have them take care of business.
Then I got married, and the deal was that if I didn't have to do laundry, Mrs. Funk wouldn't have to cut the grass.
But I now know the difference between the washing machine and the dryer, and how to kind of sort the dark stuff from the light stuff. Hey, you've got to earn your keep around the house.
No, Mrs. Funk doesn't have to cut the grass.
Now that I'm involved with the laundry process, I figured I could solve one of life's great mysteries: Why do socks go in as pairs and come out as unmatched singles?
Unfortunately, that's still a mystery. When I'm getting ready for work in the morning, if I can find a couple of socks that are kind of the same color, I consider myself lucky.
I just hope they match my trousers.
Online editor Harry Funk can be reached at hfunk@observer-reporter.com.
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