Back a half a year ago or so, a small earthquake in southern Illinois radiated far enough east to successfully remove the overloaded “clothing management system” from the wall on my side of our master bedroom walk-in closet. As it took five months for me to locate the replacement wall connectors to reattach the system, and I have been too busy to deal with them once I bought them, the system remains unattached.
This means the majority of my clothing is in plastic bins sitting on our bedroom floor.
Over time, the amount of clothing seemed to pile up, and I went from two bins to five. Annoyed that my clothing should occupy so many bins and so little drawer space, etc., I decided to consolidate.
In sorting through this clothing, the realization that I throw away just about nothing hit home. If anyone needs clothing for extras in the next Night of the Living Dead sequel, call me. I don’t know what it is about me that I have no qualms about wearing jeans that look like they were savaged by a pack of rabid wolves, but there you go. I guess when you do farmwork, any excuse for work clothes will suffice.
At least that’s what I tell myself. It’s the other clothing I can’t explain.
Truthfully, I’m not sure I can come up for a reason for the following:
7 pairs of dress pants
8 long-sleeved dress shirts
8 long-sleeved casual shirts
11 pairs of casual pants or jeans
3 sweatpants/sweatshirt combos
5 pullover sweaters
12 pairs of short pants
9 short-sleeved Polo shirts
I could go on. I’m sure most of you could, too, if you did the same inventory.
And sure, some of my stuff has seen its better day, as in “not fit for Goodwill.” But still. I want to come up with an explanation, but I can’t except to say that even a cheapskate like me who hasn’t bought more clothing in the last two years than two pair of “Sunday go t’ meetin'” pants is still beholden to consuming.
As simply as I try to live, I still have too much stuff. And when I try to tell people I don’t really need them to buy me more stuff, they do anyway. My in-laws were concerned that our home was devoid of stuff that screams Christmas, so they asked if they could remedy the situation so that our son didn’t miss out on the atmosphere of the season. So they bought us outdoor lights and some garland. We put them up this weekend and they look nice. I very much appreciate my in-laws’ generosity.
Still, it’s more stuff.
I keep trying to find ways to give away stuff, but it never seems to work.
I lie awake at night because I realize that I may have to explain myself someday to my Creator and I’ll have no good reason for all my stuff. When I think of whose expense that stuff may have come by, I sleep even less.
Something about building even bigger barns troubles me.