Goodwill Spill: The Lion, the Ditch, and the Wardrobe

 

For those who heart clothes, a wardrobe is an endlessly magical place, a skeleton key to Narnia.  That's why it's so hard to part with the things in it.  But after putting it off, I finally sorted the clothes I want to ditch donate.  And as always, it was weird.  There were some things that had always been too big, others that had always been too small, and those that used to be just right but now cut off my circulation.  Like my beloved purple and turquoise skinny jeans:

I bought them at JCPenney more than a decade ago for less then twenty dollars each.  We spent many a happy casual Friday, mall crawl, and, yes, photo shoot together.  And now they'll start over with someone new.  Maybe they'll get to go places I never went.  Like Hollywood.  Or space.  Or Chipotle.  

But whatever their journey, I know it'll rock.  And that their new owner will love them.  Because if I've learned anything from The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, then it's that these jeans will be perfect for someone.  

You know.  A bargain bin boss with a barely there butt and a taste for candy-colored denim.