I successfully ridded tiny gramma of a decade better left forgotten last night night.
We spent most of the weekend combing through consignment stores, we LOVE consignment stores. The two of us together are unstoppable.
The quest to introduce more color into my moms very drab monotone wardrobe was successful. However, upon inspecting her closet I found a lot of clothing still lurking from my days in elementary. Or even worse, things I HAD WORN in elementary that she held onto and wore in all seriousness. I grabbed a cropped hawaiian print shirt off a hanger and cried out “WHY MOM WHY?” and then threw it to the floor.
She didn’t argue.
I combed my way through thirty years of clothing throwing out anything with a waist longer than the moosh, denim that wasn’t jeans or things I distinctly remembered from kindergarten.Over the years she has become much more hip and the fact that she doesn’t even really look like my mom or even resemble a grandma is even more reason to dispose of evidence she was around in the ’80s.
Tiny gramma didn’t put up much of a fight. She knew she was guilty of hanging on to a few things for far too long. However we did agree that some pieces were to be kept for posterity, such as a purple stretchy pantsuit with stirrups and black polka dots.
(Geesh, do you remember stirrups? Oy.)
There were a few things she tried to save with defenses of “It’s comfortable.” or “It fits me well.”
“A mumu is comfortable and fits you well, doesn’t mean you wear it.”
In the end I cleared out about 40 things, she did try to sneak a circa 1991 skirt back in while my back was turned. She failed to realize that I am a mother now too and have my own set of eyes in the back of my head.
She discussed consigning some of the castoffs, the big snafu in that is that tiny gramma can (and still does) shop in the children’s sections of a lot of stores. Sure her clothes are in great condition, but when your waist is the size of my thigh it’s going to be a little tricky to find a buyer.
So let’s all congratulate tiny gramma, not only for her passion of shopping second hand, but for her willingness to let her daughter ravage her closet and remove all evidence of the ’80s and early ’90s.