it's just a rainy day

My hopes of lying in the sand with the hot sun on my back were replaced with storm clouds and being forced in doors. Today, I had nothing planned. And it felt wonderful.


The problem with days empty of meetings, coffee's and plans, is that you know you should do something productive. So, I began cleaning out my wardrobe. 



I went through old draws, and found old clothes, taking up too much room. I divided my clothes into three, messy piles. One with T-shirts for my friends in Uganda. One with belts, shoes, backs, skirts, dresses for the women at the sex-workers drop in centre I visit. And one for the Op-Shop at HopeStreet, where you can buy anything for a dollar, with the money going back into serving the community.



So now I have more room to start making my basics fair trade!
(I just need to clean up the mess I've made from rearranging my wardrobe now!)