I may be the only person left alive who still does spring cleaning. One should keep their premises clean all year, of course, but there are extra little things one can do twice a year. I have memories of my grandmother bullying my father into dragging her carpets out to the clothesline to be beaten with a carpet beater. I think the excercise of beating the carpets was therapeutic for him. He was obviously fuming over the chore, and I guess beating the carpets was better than beating my grandma.
Well, I'm done cleaning all the windows inside and out. I've finished with the stove and was grateful for a self-cleaning oven. I still remember the days of cleaning ovens with agents that gave off noxious fumes. I've finished with the fridge. No, you don't want to know what I found way in the back of the shelves and drawers. Some of the substances were unidentifiable and may have even been, at some point, alive.
I decided to tackle my dresser drawers. What a trip down memory lane that has been. Never mind the items that no longer fit. It's the things that sent me to the liquor cabinet that have me reassessing.
Why on earth do I have in my possession a red lace thong? Now I remember. It was the guy at work who caught my eye. For some reason I thought that wearing a thong under my mini skirt would attract his attention. Guess what? It didn't work. I also found a black lace teddy, pantyhose attached to black lace panties, lace this, that, and the other thing in every color including virginal white.
I stopped to look in the mirror and went to get a trash bag. I tied the ends together really tight just in case the trash collectors decided to take a peek. Don't get me wrong. I'm not yet ready to give into granny panties. Not just yet, anyway. You never know what adventures are lingering just around the corner. I decided to hang onto one pair of red lace bikini panties with matching bra - at least until I come to my senses.