Pennsic Panic

There are really only two weeks a year when all of my clothes are clean: The week immediately before, and the week immediately after, Pennsic. There's this moment where the rising tide of clean laundry crests like a wave about to curl, as more and more of it is clean, but I'm not quite ready to start packing, so my drawers fill with pants and underwear, my hangars fill with shirts, my shelves are bursting at the seams with towels.

I have a lot of clothes. Souvenir t-shirts, souvenir polo shirts, work shirts, work pants, dress pants, jeans, suits, formalwear, costume pieces, sca garb...This year, during the post-Pennsic laundry binge, my goal is to cull the clothes that are no longer in sufficient repair to bother keeping and to mark the leftmost shirts and such. Then, next year, I can fill in from the right and cull all of the clothes that I haven't worn for a year.

Also, I think I need to rotate out my black socks after this year. Most of them are looking rather grey.