Today’s episode of Keep Trash Donate is not sponsored by my ass. I will give you a moment to be sad.
I thought I’d move on to another part of me that gets no attention. Well, they get a lot of attention but mostly from my nine month old. Lucy is getting teeth this week which means I have a boob out about 20 hours a day. Oddly a single boob is even less than 50% as sexy as a pair of boobs. I will leave that to the mathematicians among us to figure out.
Donate – I am getting rid of a terribly cute dress. It’s purple. And purple is cute. It is a “nursing dress” which means it has two secret mysterious spots to stick a boob out. And it is designed to hide the extra chub one is likely to be carrying after having a baby. I wore it the day I went to have my colposcopy after Lucy was born. (How dare I bring up women’s health issues during Movember?! Jeez, can’t men have just one month!?) Staring in to my closet this morning I realized I haven’t worn it since that day. That was almost eight months ago. I get my boobs out about ten times a day. 10 times 30 days times almost 8 months? 2400 times I have pulled a boob out and that dress didn’t scream “Wear me!” from my closet so it is outta here.
Trash – In to the trash will go a t-shirt I have had since Emily was six weeks old. It’s a pretty spectacular t-shirt really. It has the whole I am one shirt masquerading as two t-shirts thing going on. I enjoy that. A lifetime ago I was a skinny mini and could have appeared in public in nine layered shirts. A couple of kids and a whole lot of pints of ice cream later, not so much. Now I walk that fine line of searching for the ideal coverage. Not skin tight, because nobody needs to see that, but not so loose that it looks like I am hiding something far worse even than reality. Consequently the I am really one shirt but I look like two shirtst-shirt is a great choice. Even better this t-shirt is another item in my nursing clothes repertoire. You can lift up the top layer and pull a boob out of the gigantic underneath arm holes. Gelatinous stomach is covered, boob is exposed. Win win.
So, why am I throwing it out? I was carrying Lucy when I smelled it. Poop. I pulled it off, sprayed a little laundry schmutz on it and I went to throw it in the washing machine when I saw another tan-ish stain on the arm. It had been on there for years. About seven years, actually. This shirt has always had a tan stain on the forearm. I just ignored it. It was a comfy shirt, nursing mom or not. In that moment I knew I had been wearing a shirt with a shit stain on it for seven years. I don’t actually know that tan stain was shit. But I feel it in my bones. I am not ever gonna wear that shirt again. Trash. Day three.
Keep? I don’t mind if I do. I donated a nursing friendly dress. I trashed a nursing t-shirt. What am I keeping? Is it a nursing friendly tank top or a fun sweater that buttons up the front? Nope. Is that because I don’t plan to nurse Lucy as long as I nursed Em? Nope. I just don’t plan to wear nursing dresses and t-shirts for the next four years so I will be keeping these shoes. They are gorgeous. Most recently they were the crown jewel in my Halloween costume. 1983’s A Christmas Story. The Leg Lamp. “Only one thing in the world could’ve dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.”
Day three. Keep Trash Donate. Some day I will be standing just over six feet and two inches tall at a cocktail party and my kids will be at home with a babysitter. I will be making wonderfully amusing small talk in a beautiful pair of heels. I will not be wearing a purple nursing dress shaped like a tent or a t-shirt with shit on the sleeve. Or a lampshade.
Mark my words.
Excitement on the side 
Your legs look great girl!! So jealous! :) I can sooo relate to the anxiety of getting rid of certain items. I literally avoid doing it so I can avoid the anxiety. I think I should try your “3 a day” method. I think I could roll with that. Love your blog too. After a long journey, I finally got to you through “LeClown”.
I’m glad you’re here. Looking forward to poking around on your blog asap.
This was great! Lo the day when not tight and just perfectly tight clothes are found!!! Hot shoes girl…good choice!
Thank you thank you!!
Yes, I saw that leg lamp on FB and died. DIED. I like the tiny stripy legs up top, too. Fra-GEEL-ay.
Died? Oh my. :) The tiny legs are where it’s at.
OMG LEG LAMP IS AWESOME!
Ha!! Thank you so much. It was mega easy. I will now save it in my attic for a hundred years because I can not let it go!!
Kelly,
This post felt a little lonely… Where’s everyone? I mean, have you seen that one shirt/two shirt picture? It should have its own blogpost.
And I have marked your words.
Le Clown
The curse of the saturday night post. Damn readers… off living their lives or some nonsense.
Kelly,
Don’t people have kids that run and eat and dirty clothes and never stop, so that when bedtime comes, you want to do nothing else but to stare at the idiot box, or a picture of black shoes on a blog post and let the cursor blink in the comment box? It’d feel less alone if this was the case.
Le Clown
That it would, friend, That it would.