"Caught by credit"

I was walking by the kitchen sidewalk, ready for a shopping spree
When all of a sudden I stopped short, an idea struck me..
Enthusiastic and motivated I rushed home again
Toppled over my entire wardrobe, but it was all in vain..
Not a trace of what I was looking for, in corners high and low
Even when I scanned my clothes one by one, and did it mighty slow ..
But seated in that pile of colour, and labels of great fame
I felt like they told me a story, and each had a name..
There was the Winter Camp, by Tracks and Shirt White
Also the School Beach Outing, by Floral Cotton Light..
The Evening Dance Class, was narrated by Tunic Pink
And the Formal Ball Day, by the luscious Stole of Mink..
I could hear Girls' Day Out, by Jeans and Ribbons Blue
When Slumber Party was shouted out loud, by Pajama, in satin true..
As all those days flooded back, I nearly forgot why I was there
And with all those flashbacks around me, I suddenly felt bare..
I had come to clear my collection, before the entries new
Thinking I could donate the not-with-it old rags, whether many or few..
While those times whispered back to me, I changed my mind fast
The atmosphere and I connected, to a time innocent and chaste..
It was more than just my smiles, or friends or tricks so fun
It was a flavour old, yet unforgettable, a breeze that only flowed once..
And while I almost uprooted it all, and killed the bygone Me
In the process I rediscovered, the life that used to be..
With care immense I folded them all, and restored them to their place of rest
That's where they always belonged, where they looked their best..
So instead of splurging recklessly, and adding stories more
That day I sat with my past, and anchored old memories to shore..


This is my friday ditty...

...also justification of why I need more wardrobe space..;)

That shopping spree will happen sometime..it's just on hold..