Gifts are hard to get rid of. I think of the intention of the giver and the thought they put into the gift and I feel like an ingrate. But then again, if I am not using and appreciating the gift, I’m being an ingrate anyway, right? I may as well pass it on so that someone else can appreciate it.
A friend gave me this shirt. I know she chose it because it has a flower-child, crafty look that I am a sucker for. She knows this and chose accordingly. It’s a lovely blouse but it isn’t working on me. I’ve put it on a number of times and always end up taking it off again. I appreciate the gesture, I am duly noting the love from the giver and now I am going to pass it on to someone who will be able to pull it off better than I can. Guilt free.
Speaking of guilt, I am still mortified by my Manhattan Episode. I lost a full day of my life just feeling miserable and will stick to my resolve of being a minimalist cocktail partaker. There is something to be said for minimalism after all.