PIty your heirs.
Three weeks of emptying my mother’s apartment of every plastic bag, every pocketbook, every personal letter or note, every reusable stamp, envelop or scrap paper, every vase from the florist’s schlocky collection, every tin of dried up shoe polish, every…has made me very aware of the sins of hoarding.
That dress will not be fashionable in three years.
Those size 8 jeans will never fit me.
That unidentifiable bit of metal or rubber fits nothing, “NOTHING,” I tell you.
I will never wear high heels again.