I have a pair of tracksuit pants that make me look like an extra from Struggle Street.
They are stretched and baggy; the waist elastic is gone, the seams worn, with extra holes just about to appear in the knees and backside.
I did not buy them. They were a “gift” from my mother – a hand-me-down as they didn’t fit her anymore.
Yet I struggle to let them go.
I never wore them in public. And still don’t, you’ll be pleased to know. They have been PJs. So who cares about the holes? A friend says I should have more self-care and self-respect and wear nice things at night.
It is the frugal and green me that wants things to be used to death.
Seems like we all have different definitions as to what constitutes death for clothes.
Should I perservere and wear them until there are actual holes in the backside? Or should I release them?
BTW: 42 days of not buying clothes.