Humbled

***I'm really angry because I had just put the finishing touches on this post when my magic fingers erased the entire thing. Ugh!


NAMI called to see if I had any clothes to donate. I don't know how I got on their call list, but I did, and I am, and I love that I can put out my refuse and they come pick it up, replacing it with a donation receipt. Whew. I'm pretty sure that was a run on sentence. Anyway, The Love of My Life and I cleaned out our closets and made a big-ole-pile-of-outgrown-clothes. Notice I said outgrown, not out of style.


I then separated the clothes into "name brand" vs "walmart" (or the like), loaded the name brands into my car, and headed up to Plato's Closet. It was worth a shot.


LO and I barely made it through the door (carrying a full laundry basket and an infant carrier isn't easy folks). I plopped down our goods and watched as a nice young lady (with 7 piercings, all on her face, sporting a shirt that looked like it went through a blender) examined my well taken care of too small to wear anymore clothing. She separated them into two piles, which appeared to be by geneder. She made me a deal and then handed me cash and the clothes they wouldn't purchase from me. Enter humility. I thought it would be LOML's old stuff. But no. That girl slid my basket back to me, filled with ALL MY OLD CLOTHES. The only things they took were a dress from Old Navy and a pair of designer jeans that I couldn't afford and put on my credit card back in college. These weren't items that had made their way into a corner of the attic. These were clothes that were hanging in my closet just hours earlier, waiting to be worn. I just have to laugh at myself!


Pictures above are from my in law's place out east. Come 4:00 tomorrow morning, we are hitting the pavement to drive the length of the great state of Tennessee. Normally an 11 hour car trip, we're adding Little One to the mix. She didn't do so hot on the 4 hour ride to Dixie. Grace, Lord. I ask for even more grace.