The turquoise pants

Getting rid of some things is like killing poison ivy - it just crops up somewhere else. I have a pair of turquoise capris that will be in my life forever. Yes, they fit, but they need one little pocket seam fixed. They have been in the mending pile for 18 months. That means I need to get my sewing machine out, if it is still there. It is one of those things that, if stolen, would take me about two and a half years to miss.

I have tried to throw them in the trash but ended up fishing them out only to put them back in mending. They are perfectly good pants. I actually like them - just not enough to get the sewing machine out. I know that as I thread it with turquoise thread, I would see that the turquoise thread I have is bright turquoise and really shows up on the fabric. This would require a trip to the fabric store, remembering to take the pants with me for a color match. It's probably not going to happen anytime soon.

Then, there's that blue (chambray color) and white beaded necklace. I rarely wear white and never wear that color blue. The beads are too even - I like natural-looking beads or glass and just can't get excited about those plastic things. I tried to give them away but couldn't get any takers. Guilt keeps me from throwing it away. I remember who gave it to me.

There is a wallet in my drawer that was clearly a mistake. It just doesn't work for me, but must be attached to a bungee cord. Whenever I think I have gotten rid of it, it snaps back like when I put it in the give-away box. My other half said, "You're not getting rid of that, are you? I like it."

That confuses the issue and throws more guilt into the mix. The change pocket is too small, and the whole thing is too bulky for some purses. My other half rolled his eyes at that and took off for somewhere else.

Under my sink in the bathroom is a representation of the history of my hair - curling irons in every size. The smallest diameter would give me the Little Orphan Annie look, and I am sure the largest would make me into a Christy Brinkley twin. But if I get rid of them all except the ones I use, then tomorrow I will surely be cast as the lead in "Annie."

I have a monster vase that only looks good when filled with large flowers. I knocked it over last time I was cleaning out the cabinet it calls home - not even a chip. I left it at a friend's house when I delivered flowers for a shower. She brought it back. I put a string of lights in it and set it on the front steps at Christmas, hoping it would crack. Want a monster vase?