Pilly PJ's

I did it! When I went upstairs last night, the last thing I wanted to do was to organize my pajama drawer, but I committed to do it so I dumped everything out on the bed. I had been stuffing that drawer for months telling myself it was necessary because my winter PJ's are bulky. That was bull, of course. I found two shirts I was missing and I got rid of a number of things including a bathing suit top that makes me look like a grandma and the winter PJ's that are, in fact, too small and too hot. It fascinates me that I have been squeezing my butt into those bottoms since I got them and I never considered getting rid of them until I put them through my purging filter. Oh the unasked questions. Do I love it? Does it fit well? There's something about putting my things into the "clinical" setting of organizing that lets me see them as what they are... objects. My "sexy" nightie doesn't feel so sexy when I see the pills and tired lace. I deserve to have something that makes me feel good and that old thing doesn't cut it any more. I love being able to open my drawer and see what's inside. Good riddance pilly PJ's!!! Tomorrow I'll do the cabinet in the bathroom.