The Longest Journey Begins With The First Step.........

Thursday the 11th of Jan seemed like a good day to set about my wardrobe, well two wardrobes and a chest of drawers to be precise and when I say set about them I mean of course reorganise the clothes inside them. This is a chore that most men would not put at the top of their all time favourites list. To me clothes are a necessary evil, they keep you warm, and protect your modesty and like many others of my gender if I find some that I like I will wear them until they fall apart. The reason that I allowed myself to be persuaded by my wife to reorganize my bulging closets was because I have recently shed twenty one pounds and all my fat things had to go. In order to ascertain what might still fit and what definitely did not it was necessary to try everything on. There are many things that are tedious and exhausting in life but trying on dozens of tops, shirts, trousers, coats, jumpers, and suits has to be near the top of the list, even writing about it is boring. The two main things that I've learned from this exercise are that people in the West buy way too many clothes and retain their old ones for far too long. Now that all my fat clothes have gone to the charity shops I am going to have to stick to my diet and carry on exercising to keep the weight off. A good way to exercise might be to try all my clothes on regularly to see if they still fit me.

My human contact on Thursday was the strict wardrobe mistress Mrs Norman and my thoughts were on how little I know about fashion. My deed was to act as a reluctant mannequin as I modelled men's fashion through the latter part of the twentieth and early part of the twenty first centuries.