Today I’m ready to purge my closet. No more excuses. Everything’s crammed in. Too-tight jeans I’ll never fit into, billowing skirts from another decade, snazzy heels I can no longer walk in. It’s about time. But wait. I can’t give away that slightly pilled pullover I bought in Calgary when I visited Joanie. We shopped together, giggling like when we were teens. I finger the soft folds of knitwear, the memories draped on hangers. And spot the ruby red pumps I wore twirling across the dancefloor, floating in the arms of my beloved. Why rush? I’ll get to it tomorrow.
Karen Zey is a CNF writer, a part-time teacher, and a full-time student of life. She loves micromemoir and frothy London Fog tea.