It’s not that I’m running out of things to trash. Or that I’m weary of it. Time is my enemy still.

And today, as I embark on a health kick for me, Izzy, and Alisa, I gave up soda… But I’m trying to rededicate myself. Do this, my 52s, and creative stuff…

I remember buying this shirt. Years ago. I was so proud of getting a yellow shirt. With metal buttons! So different than all I was wearing.

I wore it once and loved it.

Then the second time a guy at work had the same shirt.


Then after it was washed a few times, the button holes started wrinkling up. It’s my pet peeves about shirts, and I hate ironing.

So, it got put on a hanger to be forgotten. It’ll be a thrift store find for someone soon…