getting rid

Nikki alerted me to this, which seems like it could be either awesome or a big waste of twenty dollars (maybe it's just me being super poor saying that). Some of my favorite fall clothes right now are from clothes swaps (thanks Chelsea & everybody). So anyway, thinking about it: you just bring clothes to that place we saw Mike Reed's play that one time (also where Chloe's music class was? What a multi-functional space!), pay twenty, and take home whatever you want. I worry that I'd get caught up in the frenzy and take things I don't want? Think girls get catty over this? Hmmm...

Somewhat related, I've been halfsie trying to follow along with the Apartment Therapy Cure, which so far has just meant a lot of purging. It feels good. Got rid of sweaters, shoes, dresses, makeup, hair products, old paperwork, photographs I don't like, old letters I don't care about, scratched cd's, and so much more. Feels good. Up next? Books. Like "Bill Cosby: Childhood", which exemplifies the Kind of Book I should Get Rid Of.