We went as a family to see "The Mikado" last Friday night. The operetta was done very well, and one of the singers was the son of someone from our old church. His parents were teachers in the church's school, and seeing them made me realize just how long we've been away.
Eight years.
I had a closet full of dresses, blouses, skirts and yes, denim jumpers, I have not worn in eight years. Most of them are older than that, of course, because I wore them for years while I was going to that church and had my kids in their school.
Today, I cleared them all out.
I kind of wish I'd taken pictures of the dresses - they were so indicative of the styles worn in that world, even today. I kept a few of the button down camp-style shirts, and a couple of skirts for dress. All three of the denim jumpers went, though. I also cleaned out a shelf full of dresses my daughter hadn't worn since she was about 10 or 12. Some other girl can have the benefit of those now. There were a few other things that went as well, and I took them all down to the Salvation Army because - hey, I may not be fundy anymore, but I'm still Christ's child, and the Salvation Army does good work for Him.
