ack. First, I just had another conversation with my dad about my brother. Brother and I are polar opposites. Well, we both walk upright and have all our teeth, and share genetic make-up, but that is largely it.
Then we started talking about clutter and how we've both found ourselves accumulating stuff, he more so than I but the issue is the same. I'd been doing pretty well but the Mrs is another matter entirely. Two sets of fine china, that we use once a year. So I know it's not just me but I've at least tried to pare it back.
At the same time I was feeling nostalgic for a couple of shirts I'd passed along but couldn't remember to whom. Now I kinda wish I had them again, and it's driving me bonkers to feel this. It's not like I'm hurting for shirts or anything. gaaaah.