There is a plastic storage bin in our closet moonlighting as a stand for our floor-length mirror. Its true purpose is to hold once-worn t-shirts. The plan was to repurpose the shirts into a t-shirt quilt. That sounds great, right? We have a bunch of sentimental shirts we don’t wear any longer, so making them into a usable item, such as a quilt, seemed clever. Lately, I’ve been thinking, though, about whether I would actually love this quilt. Would it just be another item full of sentiment but under appreciated by me? I think so. Therefore, I’ve decided to say goodbye to the shirts. I’m not saying goodbye to the memories they bring up in me, such as the times my husband and I have enjoyed walking the Hippopubamus pub crawl, the year I worked (sweated) for the Montana Conservation Corps and learned what hard work really is, the times I spent with the Girl Scouts as a camp counselor as well as designing one of their 5k shirts, and my mid-twenties spent wearing out a now-faded pink pig Tee. These memories are held inside me and not contained within a blend of cotton/poly fabric. I’ve taken a photo of my shirts before parting ways. When I offered to put my husband’s tees back into the closet, he nonchalantly replied “you can just put them all in the donation pile. I won’t miss them.” Done!