"Pinceladas" are brushstrokes in Spanish. I plan to paint a hundred days in a row, a paragraph at a time.
Day 57 ~ Keep
In moving my summer
clothes out of the closet and
replacing them with winter ones, I realized that
my lack of space continues to grow. My problem is that I don't like
getting rid of things. And I am not just talking
about keepsakes. If something looks battered, OK,
I can consider giving it to charity, but
otherwise... why? My taste hasn't changed a lot
and neither has my size. Today I tried on a pair
of pants that I bought twenty-two years ago, and
they fit me perfectly. But I still found myself in
front of the puzzle: finding room for two new
purses. In the end, I decided I could let go of
some of my two-decade-old purses, despite their
great
shape. I have found a way to ease into it: giving
them to my cleaning ladies. I let them on that I
used to like them a lot but I don't use them
anymore. I said, "If you don't like them, just
pass them
on." I find comfort in knowing that they actually
keep a lot of the things I give them.
Day 100 ~ Completion
This will be my last par...