This past weekend, something happened for the first time since October.
I finally got to the bottom of the laundry hamper.
I do laundry every weekend. I start with two to three loads of NA's laundry, then one for Puppy's bedding, one for towels, and one for sheets. By the time I get to my laundry, I usually stop after two loads. There are the random clothes at the bottom of the hamper that can't quite make a full load. Will I need those flannel PJ bottoms before the next weekend? Am I going to wear that handwashable item this week? The answer (until yesterday) was no.
And so at the bottom of the hamper, the random clothes remained.
But this past weekend, I finally made the time to do that last half-load of laundry. As I hung up the (finally) washed clothes in my closet, I made a startling discovery: I'd unknowingly bought two of the same navy blue, long sleeved shirts in the last three months.
If my overflowing hamper wasn't telling me, I suppose now it is confirmed: it's time to stop buying clothes.
