This morning I decided to haul some winter clothes into the guest bedroom closet, and bring out spring/summer. Took advantage of the time to sort out some of the hate it/doesn't fit/what was I thinking stuff. When all was said and done my last remaining guy stuff was left on the bed. Some jeans, and some ratty polo shirts. My first thought was-save them for dirty jobs around the house. My next thought- I have some older girl jeans, and tees, perfect for lawnmowing.
Dropped them into the trash bag. After 54 years, it was like closing a chapter on my life.