I hate wasting. It’s only recently that I stopped saving soap the scraps.
I’m trying not to eat my kids uneaten macaroni and cheese. It’s okay to throw this out.
It’s one of my indulgences; I am fortunate enough to not *need* to save a quarter glass of Tropicana.
Times are good. I recently splurged on a new pair of pajamas via NordstromRack.com. Why pay retail? Why leave home?
Thus, time to bid farewell to an older pair of sleepwear. Would someone, somewhere want a four year old pair of NordstromRack.com hand me downs? Perhaps the a village in Tibetan deconstruct the clothing to weave elaborate blankets sold by Richard Gere.
Is it insulting to offer them to my nanny?
One of the reasons I let the previous nanny go was because she did not receive hand me downs. My daughter has beautiful clothing she’s outgrown? I am involved in my community. Her predecessor smiled and thanked me for giving her that sliver of soap.
So I lump in a pile with my very mildly stained Diane Von Furstenburg sweater, a ratty jog bra and my kids underwear.
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