Pink plastic bags and the occasional pink shirt

Lucy - The other day we received a pink plastic bag in the mailbox. The charity asked us to fill with clothing that we don't need.  Sawusband says great i'll fill it with shoes....and he proceeded to start filling...

Sawusband has a habit of buying clothing & footwear, if he doesn't appear to wear it within six months it gets passed on. I of course am unsure if I have anything that I can part with.

I do love my clothes  (these napkins were a gift from my sister, she knows me too well)

Before we left the country we both had a giant clean out.  I ended up with 2 suitcases full & gave them to friends to go through before they passed anything left on to a charity. Sawusband is far too frivolous when it comes to culling his wardrobe, which is why I always insist on having the final say with things he is passing on. Our first port of call to unload the unwanted apparel is Andrew & Gusbands, they are always willing to take a look at our crap before it goes to Vinnies.  Sawusband is far to willing to give away not only expensive but perfectly good things, for example, he decided he didn't need any of his winter clothes because we were headed North.  No amount of me whining about it convinced him to keep some winter woolies  & he spent the next winter cold!
 When asking him if there were any shoes that shouldn't be thrown out in the pink bag he got that Cheshire cat smile on his face, that's when I know he is about to stretch the truth. Now that I have checked the pink bag there are a few less pairs in there!!

Exhibit one

I think these little puppies have been worn 2 times! 

There is nothing wrong with them & they are not going.

You would however be forgiven to think that these brand new shoes should have been the ones in the pink bag. 

Yes Campers, they are brand new!!! & designed to look worn in (I think it works).

So now I feel like I should have another clean out in the wardrobe. I think it will be a bit like pulling teeth, but I'll try. I am sure I need to make room for new purchases.
I wonder when the last time Andrew cleaned out his wardrobe was? There is the question of the amount of jeans he requires.
Oh & Andrew in all that cleaning out of Sawusbands cupboard we have found a brand new pair of shoes for  you....surprise, surprise...they don't fit Sawusband (I actually don't think they fitted in the beginning, go figure!)

Andrew - Generally I get to be the winner in this particular scenario. For some reason Sawusband knows exactly the style and size of clothes I like and keeps buying them. I am particularly fond of the last 2 pairs of shorts and the t-shirt I scored on our last catch up.

We have managed to get quite a haul into our wardrobe from Sawusband’s poor purchasing over the years. I wonder if this is the fault of mirrors in changerooms? Did Gusband think he looked ok in the changeroom and then changed his mind. Perhaps this train of thought is for another time…. I’m just thankful for the rejected items.

I remember the time the 4 of us were in Sydney and we came across a t-shirt that could quite possibly have been the “gayest shirt I have ever seen” (thanks Divine Miss F.) Sawusband tried it on and then promptly refused to come out of the changeroom. Some sweet talking by Lucy and some door wrangling by us revealed a hilarious sight. Some shirts Sawusband is just not meant to wear. Needless to say I bought the t-shirt and wear it proudly to this day. Ok, maybe only sometimes for painting.

Sawusband in this t-shirt was hilarious!

I do think the joke that I’ve got into Sawusband’s pants, will never get old.  Well maybe not for me anyway. I've never really understood how I end up with Sawusband's hand me downs. The man works out! How he could have possibly fit his chest and arms into some of the shirts he's given me over the years is mind boggling. I've got the body of a 12 year old and all the things he's given me fit me nicely so who knows what the hell he was thinking when he bought them.

Sawusband, I'm in need of a new jacket for Winter. Is there anything in that pink bag for me?