I wrote Saturday about reducing the clutter in my life by getting rid of some tee-shirts. Should be an easy way to free up some dresser drawer space, right? Why would anyone need more than, say, seven tee-shirts right?
With that in mind, I got off to a pretty good start, putting tee-shirts in a donation bag along with some other stuff I hadn't worn in a long time. I was even able to include some shirts I'd held onto for sentimental reasons and for a long time. The one below was a reminder of the September 11 terrorist attacks and the wave of American patriotism that followed.
But I don't think I've ever actually worn the shirt, and I don't need it to remember that awful day, so in the bag it went.
Then I started getting into the shirts that would be harder to replace, the stuff that felt like one of a kind, like this one from the original Cooter's in Sperryville, Virginia.
A number of the shirts I kept were tees I'd purchased as a student at Ole Miss in the early 90's. I bought the shirt pictured below in Stockard Tower in 1990, shortly after Saddam Hussein invaded Kuwait.
So I couldn't get rid of all the shirts I no longer wear, but I filled up a couple bags, took them to a donation center and made my life just a little tinier.