I’m a Hoarder
I don’t collect a ton of things nor do I have collections that really overrun my life. The collections I do have tend to have their own home but, if you get right down to it, there are some things that I’ve spent more money on than I may have realized and I don’t realize these things even as I buy more. If you’re My Captain, then you realize I’m talking about.. panties. Stupid word, by the way.
So, there you have it, I kind of hoard panties. And it runs in the family. I was just reading my cousin’s Facebook update about how she has 80-some pairs. “That’s ridiculous,” I thought and promptly avoided counting mine. Now, I don’t own 80 pairs but I own at least half that. That’s right, I own over a month’s worth of panties. Granted, they’re not all “every day” wear but that’s still a ridiculous amount.
It had gotten to the point where I was only wearing a handful because I didn’t even remember about the pairs in the back of the drawer. So I fished them all out and had a trying on and throwing out session and I still have upwards of 40 pairs less. I realized that not only did I have more panties than I could even recall but most of them actually fit (I seemed to go on a splurge right around the time I gained some weight so some sat in the drawer for that reason) and, no, I don’t really need to buy more despite whatever sale VS or Kohls is having.
At least my collection serves some use. I’m talking to you funny-shaped-spoon collectors!
Originally published at The Scrolls. Please leave any comments there.