Oh and I deleted several shirts from the camper dresser because I added several newer (Goodwill) ones. It's wonderful how a camper, even a largish one, only has so much space. The old shirts became rags for the van-- Hardi likes to use them when he checks the oil. I didn't try making the last bits into buttons or laces. :~) Too bad I don't quilt-- nice memories in those fabrics-- but by the time I pitch things the fabric's no good to hold stitches anyhow.


Me, to old shirt before it gets pitchable: "No one could ever love you the way I do! You'll be mine forever!"

Me, at dresser, when I try to pack in the newer shirt: "My backdoor shirt! Hide here!"

Me, to old shirt, as I pitch it a few days later-- just can't stuff another one into the dresser: "Love ya, gotta go! Oh well! Fickle I guess! Got a new shirt I love more!


BTW, anybody have some nice hankies they want to pass along my way? I find I'm using them these days and the idea of buying them doesn't sit right, not to mention how scratchy new ones are.

~S~