Some people rescue animals. Some people rescue caved-in miners, or shipwrecked sailors, or wayward souls. Some people rescue food that's about to go bad.
Apparently, I rescue clothes from the ground.
Is this a thing other people do? I keep finding abandoned clothes -- mostly jackets, but sometimes skirts, sometimes mittens or gloves, occasionally t-shirts. Once I found a blanket. I find them in the nearby park, along the street where I bike, on sidewalks as I run by. And since I hate to see something perfectly good go to waste, I bring it home. (And launder it first thing, but of course).
I try to only take clothes that have been left in the same place for a while, or clothes that otherwise look like they're abandoned. That means, often, the clothes I rescue look superficially icky: stuff trampled into the ground, rained on, run over by cars. But if I'm already sweaty from running, carrying something wet for a ways isn't all that much more disgusting than just being me. And almost always, this stuff cleans up perfectly well.
Because I happen to have what I call a yard-sale body, it turns out that a bunch of these clothes fit me. Some of them I keep: my very very very favorite t-shirt in the world -- the one I wore during the running segment of my IronMan -- was one I found wadded up along a sidewalk on our weekly running route. My dog has since loved the shirt (chewing holes in it, alas), so I am keeping my eyes out along the sidewalks in hopes that I can strike pay-shirt pay-dirt again.
But usually, I figure I've already got enough clothes, and so after laundering the whatever-it-is, I put it in our donation box to take to a local thrift shop.
Here's my latest rescue, the one that prompted this post.
This black jacket had been left by a tree in our local park, and it had gotten rained on and a bit caked with dirt. I could totally understand why people would leave it there, all wet and muddy. But those people aren't me.The price is right, I suppose.
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