Here's one of the nice things about living in a world where we have plenty: if I spill something on the shirt that I'm wearing, I can take it off and put a clean shirt on right away, while the dirty shirt wends its way through the laundry pile.
I remember reading a story when I was a child about a girl who burst into tears when her dress got splashed by a passing car, because she didn't have another dry dress to wear. I had a student who visited her family in Zimbabwe over break, and while she was traveling her suitcase with all her clothes was stolen -- and by that, she really meant ALL her clothes (except the ones on her body).
I think about these stories and I remember to be grateful once again for all the clothes I own. Having enough of a wardrobe that I can swap out the dirty for the clean at a moment's notice: that's a blessing. I try not to take this blessing for granted.
And since Tuesday is my canning jar fetish day (has anybody noticed this? probably nobody but me) I just wanted to point out that this Swap-ability blessing extends beyond clothes.
To wit, one of the small canning-jar-fetish-things I'm so grateful for is that I can (and do) exchange clean jars for dirty jars at a moment's notice. And for this reason, I use canning jars for things like our butter dish, and also for corralling our kitchen scrubbers . . .
There are other containers that I interchange, beyond canning jars and clothes (are clothes "containers"?). I've remained a huge fan of printer-boxes-with-one-edge-trimmed, even though they're not perfectly beautiful, because they are at least instantly replace-able in my son's high-energy bedroom
and also, they really help me keep my supplies (like my light bulbs + the receipts for the lightbulbs) organized.
So the canning jar part of this post is just a symbol of the grander aspect, the aspect that signals bounty and ampleness, of having enough and then some. I have enough clothes, enough jars, enough boxes, that I can just grab clean ones when I need them.
Life is good.