Spring Cleaning

This weekend was gorgeous. *sigh* . Just the weather North Idaho has been craving: warm, cloudless, perfect. It felt like the perfect time for some "Spring cleaning". I seriously spent most all of Saturday cleaning. (Although you already can't tell).

But part of my "spring cleaning" involved making us go through all of our clothes and get rid of what we don't wear--and by all I mean down to our underwear and socks.Poor Adam. I usually take several sorting sessions to do this, so it's a constant event in my life, but my dear husband is a bit more lax about it. So on Saturday when I had the chance to nail him down, I definitely took advantage.But he was a good sport, and we have at least one black trash bag full of his clothes heading to the second hand store in hopes of making a few extra bucks.

But it's worth mentioning the difficulty he had when we stumbled across his old Subway polo. The conversation went something like this:

Me: "how about this subway polo"

Adam: [long pause]..... "I guess you can give it away.... [more pausing]...but, it even says sandwich artist on it...I don't even think they make those anymore..."

as a compromise, I suggested I take his picture in it and then send it onto it's next new journey. (He was pretty pumped that he was conveniently wearing black shorts, which I guess made it his actual uniform. )

Isn't he the cutest sandwich artist? Subway really lost a gem the day this guy left.

...it's funny the things that we hang on to sometimes. and I'm totally guilty of it too.