This is one of the hardest purges yet. Because, you know, any old t-shirt can be pajamas. So I had five million pajama tops when I woke up this morning. I knew it was going to be hard to pare down the stacks, so I made it easier on myself by putting another rule in place: Not-cute must go. I just got married, after all... Okay, I kept a couple of huge t-shirts for blah days, but the rest had to get out.
The shirts that were nice but I could live without are going to Goodwill. The shirts that were not nice are going in the trash. The shirts I’m attached to but am not wearing will become part of a t-shirt blanket. They’ve been cut into rectangles and stacked into super-compact piles.
I'm now left with an organized drawer of cute jammies (some of which I love and forgot I had) and yet another bag of quality stuff to donate. Our next move keeps getting easier!