There are so many things to do over the weekend. My hands are always full. But there are some that stand atop my list of to-dos. Re-arranging my little one’s wardrobe is one of them.
I look forward to the activity. It’s kind of a stress-buster. Sonny’s wardrobe is more often than not teeming with clothes. These are all gifts from loving aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, friends and kith and kin in the category. I must admit there is very little that I have contributed to it.
So, there I go, sitting cross-legged in front of the little cupboard that houses my son’s belongings. I start off by digging out all the clothes just to discover that there is so much stuff left unused for reasons ranging from ‘not the correct size’ to ‘not right for the weather’.
Now comes the tricky part – bringing in some order which would hasten the process of finding the right piece of clothing at the right time.
I start by creating little stacks. The tees all go in one place; followed by all the pants, then go all the onesies, then the jumpers, then the peddle-pushers, then the cardigans and coats, then the raincoats, the traditional wear, the shirts, the denims, then the…
The whole effort takes me a little over 20 minutes as opposed to the herculean task of arranging my own wardrobe. At the end of it, I have a whole new range of clothes, an organised cabinet, a bag full of hand-me-downs and a mind full of energy.
I always wonder why I feel so rejuvenated at the end of it. When I am at it, I feel like I am transported to another world – a world beyond the drudgery of everyday life.
It’s like an Alice in Wonderland feeling.
