Reverse Thrifting

Over the last few days I've been doing a task I'm really terrible at- weeding through my closet and dresser and getting rid of the clothes that should have been thrown away long long ago. And then I started in on the pile that will be turned into other projects. (Which I find is nicely labeled as "up-cycling". It's like a pat on the back for my hoarder self.)

And then there is the bags that shall be donated to Bishop's Attic, our local thrift store. Which, oddly enough, is where I likely got most of them in the first place. But that was nearly a decade ago for most of them, so I don't think the ladies there will notice it very much.

I mentioned this to my mother this morning when she returned from church (I slept in, or tried to, due to having a cold the last few days and that I'm working at midnight again). This started a couple hour delve into her closet and dresser and I persuaded her to part with a good deal of clothes that she doesn't wear or that are soon to be rags; then we moved onto my father's clothes. That was a bit harder. But it felt good, in a way, to de-clutter like that. After this shocking realization, I have decided that I should do this more often. I teased them that if they hadn't worn things since before I was born, it was time for it to go.

I love to go thrifting, it's exhilarating to find some thing that is perfect for you, maybe something that you've been looking for but couldn't find for the longest time, or maybe just something you saw and suddenly realized that you really would love it even though thirty seconds ago you hadn't ever thought of it before. Well, I suppose on Tuesday, I'll find out if I like the opposite end of thrifting...

Is there even a name for that?