One of the many things I have learned from my mother is to beware of the tyranny of gifts: the reluctance to get rid of something you don’t like or don’t need merely because it was given to you.
Today, as I pruned my wardrobe, I came across a similar tyranny: the tyranny of T-shirts.
- International Women’s Day 1993
- Flora 5km 2002
- Flora 5km 2004
- Great North Swim 2009
- Rainforest Concern
- HemiHelp (in yellow)
- HemiHelp (in black)
- HemiHelp (in white)
They have survived wardrobe cull after wardrobe cull because I feel I owe them loyalty, but the truth is that since I gained access to my husband’s never-ending supply of polo shirts I have pretty much stopped wearing T-shirts.
So today, I hardened my heart and bagged them up ready to go to the rag bank. Along with tops that I like in theory but not in practice, evening dresses that I never have occasion to wear and jeans that I haven’t fitted into for twenty years.