I just sat down to type and ended up falling asleep for an hour and a half. Oops. Going to keep this one a little bit shorter than usual.
The Bridge is a multi-pronged outreach center, located in a building that used to be an elementary school. They offer hot meals, an after-school program, a children's health clinic, and a free clothes closet. When I filled out a volunteer application their director, Ashley, contacted me almost immediately to tell me that she loved the idea of Project Advent, and would love if I came out to help with their clothes closet today.
In 1984-85, I was actually bussed to this school, back when it was Posey Elementary. Pulling up to the building and walking in was a real flashback. I found Ashley, and she showed me to the room where the clothes closet is. There were only a few folks getting things that they needed, and other volunteers were taking care of that. In the next room, though, was a huge mound of coats. The staff needed these coats separated out into size and gender, so that's what I spent the next hour doing.
As I sorted coats, one thought stood out to me, and it was this: women, why do you settle for the crazy confusion that is sizing of women's clothes? Sorting the men's coats was incredibly easy: S, M, L, XL. Done. Women's? 8, 10, 12, 14, but then sometimes one of them says Petite, but then sometimes one has a number that's smaller than the number on another coat but it's actually bigger than the other coat because there's also a letter next to the number. Craziness.
Affirmation project: Laura Blevins, you have been my friend through thick and thin for over a decade now. You are so selfless, and you see things about me before I see them myself. You make me face hard truths in a loving way. You're a rockstar of a mom. Thanks for everything. (Also, I do still plan to collect that shipment of cookies that I bought during your bake sale someday.)