Yesterday was a great milestone. A year ago, I was going through my wardrobe, trying to decide if I could get rid of anything. I was running out of space, and there were quite a few items I could either not fit into anymore, or were not really suitable to wear anymore (I’ll leave why not to you imagination).
I’d read an article on Unclutterer or somewhere, describing a trick for deciding about clothes on hangers: you go through and any article of clothing you’re not sure about, you turn the hook around on the rail. A year later, if you haven’t worn that item of clothing, you toss it out or drop it in the charity bag.
Yesterday was the big date – a year after I’d flipped the hooks on a load of stuff, including:
- Some shirts I don’t like any more, including a cowboy one that was just unflattering.
- A couple of pairs of trousers which don’t fit due to FABRIC SHRINKAGE ONLY THAT CAN BE THE EXPLANATION.
- A pair of boot-cut black jeans which I have never worn and I don’t know why I gave Next money for them, or brought them to the US.
- A couple of short-sleeved dress shirts, which I got rid of just because ew.
I also got rid of some tshirts. For a while, Cassie was getting these free DVD’s from work, which were old sci-fi and horror classic movies packaged with a tshirt of the poster art. I ended up with about 20 of them, which is clearly too many, and made my wardrobe look like Roast Beef’s.
Here are the ones I kept:
- Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (the square Albin Grau poster)
- Metropolis
- The Alpha Incident (never seen it, but the poster shows a bloody brain which is awesome)
- Reefer Madness (because there’s a sarcastic Hawkwind song named after it)
The ones I got rid of include…
- The Indestructible Man (with Lon Chaney Jr!)
- Phantom Planet (with Richard Kiel!)
- Killers from Space (with Peter Graves!)
- King of the Zombies (with Dick Purcell!)
- The Lost World (with Bull Montana!)
- Phantom from Space (with Sandy Sanders!)
- Assignment: Outer Space (with Rik Van Nutter!)
Not going to miss those. They are real movies, despite the apparent randomly generated nature of their titles. It reminds me of a scene from the wonderful Ed Wood, where Johnny Depp is trying sell his talents to a producer.
“I don’t believe in thinking small, so I’ve got a whole slate of pictures for you. You ready? Okay. The Vampire’s Tomb. The Ghoul Goes West. And…Doctor Acula.”
“Doctor Acula? I don’t get it.”
“Doctor…Racula.”
“Oh, I get it. I don’t like it.”