Saturday, January 30, 2010

Unused, Unwept, Unsung

All of them. The block-printed mat in the plastic cover on top is something that we brought back from Khajuraho when we went there in November. All the clothes there, except the whites, are virtually unused, and, I suspect, will stay unused unless I do some more clutter-busting.


  1. Looks like we are sailing in the same boat. I have a bunch of unused clothes (and other stuff) that looks at me longingly..
    Not that i am doing anything about it, i feel the pangs for a moments and then, back to square one!

  2. I'm going to give these off, Musy, I've decided. Not the mat, though! :-)
    Nandita, thanks, it haunted me. There was one more at the shop and I bought that too and gave it to my parents.

  3. whaat...why don't you want to wear the clothes! The only cloths i do not wear are the ones i do not fit in..but i hang on to them in the hopes of shimmy shaking into them one day :p