Today we are cleaning and organizing around the Avery household (more on that topic later, maybe tomorrow or the next day).
Last night, I went through my eldest daughter's closet and pulled out the outgrown items. The favorites went into a box with Lily's name on it for later. The least favorites and least worn items went into a bag for Goodwill.
This morning I started the same process for my youngest child's closet.
The least favorites and the least worn items went into the same bag for Goodwill.
The outgrown favorites. . . well, I couldn't do it. I couldn't put them into the bag for Goodwill. I just couldn't. It almost made me mad that I couldn't do it and mad that I was in the situation that I felt like I needed to do it.
Please tell me I'm not the only lunatic who is probably not having another child but isn't quite ready to give away a few pretty dresses.
Like the dress she was wearing here:
|Lauren Thorn Photography|
I just can't part with it. Not yet.
Maybe it's the colors.
Maybe it's the top-knot sprout of sweetness.
Look at those cheeks.
And those curls.
Whether it's about the dress or something more, I'm not ready to deal with it today.
So I put it, and a handful of other dresses, into a small box to store in the attic.
I'll just deal with it another day when I'm feeling emotionally stable.