Saturday, Saturday, Saturday...

So, it's Saturday. And instead of taking an exciting trip to Home Depot with my folks (typical Saturday activity for the married couple these days), I have opted to attempt to get my room from disaster zone to livable.
Progress so far: Mediocre.

I've bagged four bags of clothes to give to charity and have a few piles in my room of "my arms will be skinny enough by next summer to wear this top again" which I think may end up in the charity piles once I attempt to put things back in the closet. I am fairly certain all of the clothes I had with me in England are unpacked so there shouldn't be too many surprises once 'everything' is put away with little-to-no room to spare. Here's hoping.

The top three big items (aka the ones that have been the hardest to give away/toss thus far) that have been removed from my wardrobe are as follows:

- Green stretchy v-neck long sleeve shirt from the Gap circa 2000-2001. Although it still fits and although it has been the basis around which I plan to form a 'Rogue' Halloween costume sometime in the not so distant future, it is also the shirt I was wearing when I had my heart broken for the very first time... and only I remember things like this EVERY time I see the shirt. So it's gone.

- Blue button-up long sleeve shirt with really great cuffs. This shirt still has a line of black sharpie ink on the left shoulder from where David Usher nicked me when posing for a photo together in 1998. The shirt doesn't really close nice and flat across the chest anymore, but it's still nearly as good as new (minus the sharpie stain). So it's gone to mum's collection.

- "The Renee Shirt" - a shirt that I bought in New York City for $14 US in 1999 from Strawberry. How do I remember all of this? Well, when I bought the shirt and loved it oh-so-much I made a point to remember exactly where I got it in case I ever wanted to replace it. Unfortunately, a very very very slightly pink shirt with small red stars and red 3/4 length sleeves with a navy rimmed round neck doesn't stay in demand for too long. So, now that there is a somewhat unnoticeable hole in one of the shoulders, its time has come. Gone.

Now if only I could purge the rest of my room and have enough room on my bookshelf for all of the books I might actually read again instead of having it cluttered with Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul volumes one and two and other such rubbish.