green skirt

When I was in 10th grade, I thought it would be a good idea to order a green denim skirt from Lands' End. I got it and decided it was too big and ugly, and I never wore it once. For years my mother would bring it up to justify not buying me clothes. Obviously I should have either returned it or given it away, but I didn't want to admit she was right. Then one day in grad school (I even moved the damn thing to California) I looked at it and decided it was cute, and after 11 years in obscurity, it entered wardrobe rotation.

Then last November, I was searching desperately for a pair of shoes I could wear for Revels and couldn't find anything in the stores, when I remembered my old pair of Eccos. They had a buckle, which was legal, and the soles weren't too thick. I looked everywhere for them. I found my ice skates. I found my tap shoes. I found my long-lost Tevas. Finally I remembered that the Eccos were so worn, I'd given them away when I left California in 2002. People talk about downsizing, that you should get rid of clothes you haven't worn in a year. I say, forget it. I'm never giving anything away ever again.