In the ongoing war against crap, I tackled my sock drawer today. I don't know how I got to a point in my life that my sock drawer would need tackling, but here I am. It was a real effort to get the drawer fully closed (and I'm not even talking about when all the laundry is done. ahem). Wool socks, smartwool socks, cotton socks, footie socks, weird fuzzy socks, tights, stockings -- I despise stockings. I never wear them. And yet there were, I don't know, half a dozen? more? pairs in there. But mostly, lots and lots of wool socks. Well, Vermont. You know. Wool socks are as essential to life up here as maple syrup. More so. You can put peanut butter on your pancakes.
But why had I let so many years go by without getting rid of holey, heel-worn, threadbare itchy socks? Partly because socks are inherently useful, and I hate to throw out ANYTHING that might serve a purpose. And partly because I hate to throw out anything reparable. I can't darn. I hear you can needlefelt a patch onto a wool sock, but I've never tried it. But still, the socks stayed, awaiting resurrection.
But why? WHY? Maybe I'm the reincarnated spirit of a Depression-era housewife, habit-bound to wring every last drop from every ketchup bottle. Might be. I don't like tossing out rubberbands or string or twist ties. (I don't like to, but I usually do. Usually.) I tried canning this summer. I want to learn to quilt. So, yeah. Could be.
Or maybe it's just that I'm caught between that scrimping, thrifty mentality and the reality of the world in which I actually live. Material things flow ceaselessly around me, too easily gained and too easily replaced, and far, far too easily accumulating. A thrifty consumer isn't too many steps away from becoming one of those sad people on those hoarding shows.
So it's time for another not-a-resolution: no more stuff comes in without something else going out (preferably by donation). I'm not going to delude myself and think I can keep up with it for all three of us all the time, as well as the household. But I can stick to it for me.