Please read that title pronouncing “again” as “aGANE.”
It sounds better that way.
I have no idea how many times I’ve washed the item in the picture above. I’m pretty sure, though, that I’ve washed it more times than I’ve worn it.
It’s the belt for a cute and sporty pajama set that Hubby and the kids bought me for Christmas at least 7 years ago.
You read that correctly. A belt. For pajamas.
I’m not really a pajama belter.
But they were cute and sporty and with the belt I
could did totally wear them to the park and no one would know knew they were pajamas. Really. I asked them if they could tell, and they couldn’t. Until I asked.
But as the years went by, the belt was separated from the pajama set and then the set became just a pair of pajama pants and the belt served no purpose at all.
Since it’s not a real belt anyway.
And yet, rather than stick it into the trash can or a Donate Box, this “belt” ended up repeatedly at the bottom of laundry piles and running through the laundry and being replaced in laundry piles when I didn’t know where to put it.
I know. That totally doesn’t make sense, but it happens.
But last week, I threw it in the trash. It was as if the Clutter Fog (temporarily) cleared from my brain, and I saw the “belt” for what it was.
Yep, I threw it in the trash the moment I pulled it out of the dryer.