There is the fawn sweater that I did not donate after no one bought it at the garage sale. And I pulled R’s camel sport jacket out of the donation pile because I have always loved seeing him in it. He may wear it again.

But we sold enough stuff to feel OK about donating the remainder of the clothes, minus what I mentioned and my black wool skirt suit with the skirt that wraps long on one side and short on the other, with the snappy form fitting jacket. And the felt hat with the netting. It won’t be worn in Hawaii, but there is that European adventure in the offing, later in the year, so a pretty and sexy suit is a good idea.

The house is looking barren.

We are getting there.