I am in the process of cleaning my closet and I can understand the feeling of parting with an old thing that served you and been with you all your life. I have a sweater given to me by a friend who travelled with me to China. This was way before I got married. I must have worn it only twice since then. I still want to cling to it. What's wrong with me? I also have a blouse with a huge golden button on the front that I bought at Debenhams in England during my days in Reading. It became one of my favorite shirts at that time but I haven't worn it since I had my first child. With a hope that I might one day get rid of the pounds that came with my title as mother, this blouse remained in my wardrobe until now. They all must go now. I don't need them. Someone else, either through Goodwill or Alas Cargo, will benefit from my old stuff.
Even today as my children and I spent a good portion of the afternoon helping Terry Stapleton to sort and pack her kitchen stuff for the move, the Toy Story lesson kept coming back to me. The thought of being generous as to give and being ruthless as to get rid of thing was translated into reality as I watched Terry struggle to choose which items to keep and let go. So I came home wanting to eliminate some of the "potentially-necessary-but-unnecessary" stuff in my kitchen.