Packed Away

Once I was the new dress, swirls of dark blue on pure white cotton, crisp and suited for summer soirées.

The favorite, I found delight in being washed by hand and then pinned to the clothesline to dry under the warm sun.

I drew compliments from strangers and friends, alike, and I relaxed in the pleasure of being worn, washed, and dried,

Until the day my colors faded and the white no longer looked sharp. I was assessed and found wanting before being

Packed away and relegated to a cardboard box marked for donation. My hopes now lie in resurrection from a thrift bin.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

5 thoughts on “Packed Away”

  1. I still have memories of being dragged to the fabric store where there was a small table for kids with Golden Nursery and Dr. Seuss books. I remember the drawers chock full of those patterns — filed by… designer number. Perhaps the beginning of my interest in book classification no doubt. 😉 – Marty

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