The Stars and the Cookie Jar

....er, well, I guess up here in the liberal North it's the Salvation Army pile, but whatever. In the Goodwill Pile so far:

- pair of black pants that would be capris on anyone with legs, which have resisted altering by any
conventional means

- sleeveless blue cotton shirt from opera camp in eighth grade

- white 'crinkle cotton' summer workshirt from AL; let me tell you how crinkle cotton is a mistake in
management sartorial selections, even when it's 105F behind the bar

- sage green linen pants from high school

- salmon-and-tan um, I think it's a shirt, size mismarked, tags still on boldly proclaiming it a 3x, but I
think it's more about a 10 really

- blue, lavendar and aqua push-up bra belonging to Superdestructive College Ex; that's three exes ago

- peppermint, posy-pink, white and orange striped shirt, birthday gift from mother

- olive green shirt and matching(!!) jeans, birthday gift from grandparents in high school; what was everyone
thinking with me and martial shades of green?

- blue linen shirt with two moth cocoons

- periwinkle cotton shirt, actually rather nice, which we had to rush into a Lane Bryant on State Street to
buy when the pigeon crapped on my shoulder; the humiliation of having pigeon crap on my shirt on
State Street all the way to Wabash Ave kind of burns in my mind too strongly

- pair of ivory cotton shorts. I own shorts? Are these my shorts? WTF shorts?