Apart from some new shorts and a couple of shirts I bought not long ago, my clothing is now all distinctly old and very shabby looking, as well as way too big for me. Even my few new clothes are now too big.
I had a sudden thought yesterday morning. I remembered I had put some clothing away some time ago in the (then) rather vain hope they might fit me again some day. They were too small for me but too good to give to charity. I scuffed around under the seats (bed) in the caravan and hooked them all out.
I had left it too long. They are, each and every one, trousers and shirts, far too big. At least some are not scruffy. One shirt had never been worn. In those clothes I look at least like a well-dressed homeless person. Now that I have noticed it, I can’t unnotice it. I look like a lot of the other old folks who are living here because they have nowhere else to go. And no means to go there.
I shall have to go shopping for new clothes. I really need a whole new wardrobe. But there is a lesson here. If I can keep this up, anything I buy tomorrow will also be too big in a few months.
So. With my budget as it is, I’d better check out the op-shops first.