This Sunday, I was sitting in church, and I noticed that there were pen marks on my shorts. Some of my shirts have stains, too. So, after church, I commented on this to John:
Me: "I’m thinking of buying some new clothes. I haven’t bought new clothes in…"
Long period of silence while John and I try to think of the last time I’ve bought new clothes. Not just a pair of pants because I literally did not have a single pair, but a number of garments at a time.
John, finally, replies decisively: "You’ve never bought new clothes."
This is not entirely true. After much searching of my memory, I recalled that I bought half a dozen new shorts and dressed about ten or fifteen years ago. And I bought three or four garments before going to Arizona when Juss was a baby, about five years ago. Oh, and there was the time I bought sweatshirts. It was before Christmas, so all my sweatshirts have Santa on them.
But other than this, I cannot recall a time I’ve bought more than the one garment I particularly needed at the time since I got married…okay, I had never bought clothes before that either.
I don’t think I’ve ever really "bought clothes"…except the two times mentioned above.*
*In case anyone is wondering "then what does she wear"? My aunt worked at Sax Fifth Avenue. She provided a lot of my clothes when I was young. Then, my mom bought them. Then, co-workers gave me an entire wardrobe they could not longer use, and so did my sister-in-law. And then my mom worked at Talbot, and she’d give me clothes for presents. So, yes, I do wear clothes. I do not negotiate life in the all-together…but not much clothes buying here.
On the other hand, I do own a ridiculous among of clothes! But many of them are very, very old.