Part of my efforts to reduce, reuse and recycle have included not just going through all my camping gear and supplies but also my wardrobe.
I have a ten foot closet with clothes just SPILLING out of it.
So a little selective weeding of the wardrobe was necessary.
I enlisted the help of my mother, which always assists me in making cut throat decisions when it comes to what stays and WHAT GETS TOSSED.
Haven’t worn it in 6 months?
Does it have a little hole that needs mending?
Round file it!
This process, of applying my mother to my wardrobe, always has some unintended consequences.
Like the time she folded my “Orgasm Donor” t-shirt.
Or the time she picked up my “Spank Me / Fuck Me” panties and just ROLLED HER EYES FOR DAYS.
This time around the process was uneventful, or so I thought.
Because as we were at the second hand store bringing in bags of used clothing to donate, I noticed my mom carrying in one of my bags. . .
. . . with my riding crop sticking RIGHT OUT THE TOP!
I’m here to tell you this: You haven’t LIVED until you’re at the secondhand store watching your 75-year old mother carry in a bag with your “riding crop” sticking out of it.