A flinging story
Thursday, November 30th, 2006This past summer, I went through my dresser, bathroom counter, and my jewelry box and picked out a bunch of things I no longer wanted or wear. Most of it was jewelry, from my high school and college days, when I was younger and didn’t need to present a more “professional” demeanor. I put everything from slave bracelets to unicorn neclaces to the dozens and dozens of pairs of earrings that I can’t wear anymore.
And then they sat, on the floor and chair next to my dresser, for several months.
Then, in early November, a friend of mine from Toastmasters sent out a call for donations to a yard sale to benefit the U’ilani Fund for complementary/alternative treatments for women with breast cancer. Well, the event was November 18th, the day we left for Costa Rica, but I emailed her and offered to drop off the 5 bags of stuff I had sitting around. I added five fall jackets and my desk chair to the pile, plus a stuffed animal a friend gave me, and took them all out to the car.
I was supposed to bring it to the TM meeting that week, and did, but we both forgot until we’d left, so I swung by to drop it off that Friday.
Well, then I went to CR and promptly forgot all about it. When I saw Janet yesterday, she said they had had so much fun with the jewelry, and that one young boy begged his mother to let him go home and get all his money, so he could buy necklaces and earrings for the ladies on his Christmas list this year.
It was heartwarming. It was also for a good cause. And after, they dropped off the leftovers at Goodwill.
Man, that felt great. And it should explain to you all why, when John came home last night, he found me with a pile of envelopes stuffed with yarn and other crafting supplies, a pile of more stuff coming out of the closet, and a huge, energetic smile on my face.
As much as I love to shop, I love reverse-shopping even more.
