"I don't think anyone should write their autobiography until after they're dead.” Sam Goldwyn

we all have categories of clothing. formal. work. casual. maybe fat and skinny and in between. Yes I have those but I have a few categories which make even my head spin.



1. Ruined but wearable clothing: these were accidentally dyed pink or got paint on them, have been patched too many times or I spilled tandoori marinade on them and the stain won't come out. these articles go into the painting and gardening canvas bin in my closet.

2. Beach: other than swimsuits pareos and flip flops, these include shirts bought during a what was I thinking mood that felt perfectly suitable for Sanibel and are ludicrous on a rainy day in Portland. Like my Carmen Miranda Hat with the plastic fruit or the way too long seashell classification shirt I wore at the gulf.

3. Semi's: these have been worn once and while not actually dirty they are not clean: like an angora sweater that one wears for two hours at a party or opera , or a pair of hiking socks you wore for an hour while curled up re-reading Jane Eyre.  Underwear is never a semi --- relax.

4. sexy- just for jim - stuff: like silk chemise, a kimono, a grey silk teddy, a black thong that I dare not look at from behind but he doesn't seem to mind. and for fun some red pasties that are ludicrously funny.

5. At home clothes: the really fuzzy comfy stuff that you neither wear out in front of others nor sleep in. I am wearing some right now: a flannel kilt almost down to my ankles, high red cross country wool socks, a red turtleneck completely stretched out and deliciously comfy and one of my huge sweaters with a hood that I bought on ebay. No one other than my husband and very best friends even know this section of clothing exist.

there are probably other categories too but I have to get back to Jane Eyre  for book group --------------- Mr. Rochester is about to propose. yummmmmmmmmmmmm. He is almost as good as Mr Big.