I got out from under my blue sheets.
Which were covered by my blue comforter.
I put on my blue slippers.
I looked at the blue clothes and blue robe and blue towel
hanging on the blue wall by the side of my bed.
I opened my t shirt drawer to finally find something not blue. I've got pink. And blue. (The clothes looking black? Nope, just dark blue.)
While I'm not getting rid of anything blue - at least not yet - I am getting rid of 15 black clothing items I've been holding onto for a year or so. I've been hoping to cut them up and do something with them but it's not going to happen. Now if they were blue it might be a different story. But they aren't, so there goes 15 more items out of my home.
Yay me for knowing when to hold them, when to fold them, when to walk away, and when to run. (Sorry, I got carried away...Kenny Rodgers' song is on the Casey Kasem Top 40 station I'm listening to right now.)