402. One day to go before the end of January and I've given away 402 items of clothing, one for every day of 2011, and some. There isn't a wardrobe, cupboard, drawer, shelf, basket, hamper, bag or box that I haven't been through at least once if not twice. Feels good to have a bit more space and have rediscovered some old forgotten favourites that have now been promoted to the wardrobe from their lonely storage box outposts.
And in these 30 days of January, have I missed going clothes shopping on the high street? I can honestly say that with the exception of one time, the answer is a resounding 'no'. That one time was last Friday: the end of a stressful week AND payday to boot. Normally this would have me out of the door and off to Leeds to catch the shops before closing time. This time, I just observed the desire to do this and sat on my hands. And thought 'Hmmm, interesting'. I did go to Leeds yesterday, to meet a friend for lunch and watch a film, and did not feel the need to check out the shops that I would normally, without thinking, waltz into on the offchance. I was almost inside Coast, and I stopped myself. What would be the point?
I've contined to enjoy searching the limitless caverns of ebay, but have not let myself look at anything that's clearly not been pre-owned and/or pre-worn, in other words, in a 'shop' - you can always tell, more often than not its a 'Buy It Now, BNWT, check out other colours/sizes' listing. I've hunted down and won one glorious Karen Millen number, one careful owner, whose lovingly washed it after wearing - you can smell the Persil!
I've also enjoyed rooting through my dressmaking patterns and I found two lovely new ones in the latest books in the Bombay Stores. Hunting for the perfect material has also been good therapy - although I've been very careful and selective here. No point in offloading 12+ bin bags of stuff just to bring bales and bales of fabric into the house, now is there?
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
366! and..............breathe!
and that's No 366 - one for every day of 2011, plus one for the quarter day - in the bag, and out of the house. Included 26 pairs of shoes, all unworn for years.....even so.
The last bit was hard. I got stuck at 339 and had to go and actively find 27 things more, so the last bag has stuff in it I wasn't actually planning on ditching, but i was so determined to make it that they had to go. I guess at the end of the day, even that's not stuff I'll actually miss, probably, so what's the problem?
The last bit was hard. I got stuck at 339 and had to go and actively find 27 things more, so the last bag has stuff in it I wasn't actually planning on ditching, but i was so determined to make it that they had to go. I guess at the end of the day, even that's not stuff I'll actually miss, probably, so what's the problem?
almost there!
Out: 314, high street: still zero!
More fun and games in the loft, pulling out boxes of put away clothes and making decisions what to keep, what not. Looking at the piles and PILES of actually really quite unattractive rummage-sale fodder that's spread all over, I begin to realise that this is not that far from sorting through someone elses clothes: HELLO?! to which unchic, ambassador of non-style does this lot belong?
In jealously hoarding everything, including moving ridiculous quantitites of stuff in 3 house moves since the early 1990s, I have neglected to appreciate that the person who bought (and loved, lets be honest - and could fit into, lets be even more honest) those long Gap jean-shorts (no, not cool Crusoe ones, nor nice rolled-up-at-the-knee worn with long boots ones) just doesn't exist any more. I loved them, and wore them often - in 1991. Its 2011. Not only has my body changed (i am 44 now, i was 25 then), but i no longer like high-waisted, loose on the thigh, tapered leg jeans, or jean-shorts, of this nature, in khaki denim. It should be a no-brainer, not take 20 years to get to grips with. Anyway, shorts were out. both pairs. I am not sure that i ever really fitted into the black size 8 ones even when i was relatively skinny. Maybe i kept them (mostly unworn for 20 years??!?) because there is an aspirational me that always planned on being that small? Plus they're Gap, and Gap's nice, isn't it? {;)} And they belong to a time when I was living and working in London as a young carefree, long shorts wearing twenty-something........
It really does just boil down to applying this 'No TYVM, now obsolete item' logic to a procession of unlovely unwanteds, and seeing the Oxfam-labelled bin bags grow. Now filled 9, and we're talking proper quality, large bin bags, not your goes-into-holes-if-you-so-much-as-look-at-it B&M black cling film rubbish.
My plan is to reach No 365 at the end of this evening -we're tackling shoes. And I will only count a pair as one, not two, things. Then I'm going to stop, at least for a while. Firstly, my resolution (to find one piece of clothing to give away for each day of the year) will be acheived. Secondly, having just gone through everything - really, honestly, everything - with a fine-toothed comb and done a lot of decision making, not sure i'm ready, or that it would be profitable, to go though the whole lot again straight away. Leave it for 6 months and I'll be ready to start again. Perhaps achieving a give-away of 500 by the end of 2011. What feels good is that even if Oxfam only gain an average of £2 per item, that's a donation of £1000 that's just been crammed into the loft for years. How. Utterly. Shaming.
But lets NOT look at the maths of what I've spent over the years on stuff that i haven't had good wear out of. I'm beginning to see that that's a key part of hoarding - the initial financial investment plus the emotional investment of keeping it (and in my case, moving house 3 times) ramps up the extent to which you think you SHOULD keep it. That might be a warped form of thrift - a version of 'can't afford to give away'. I can, and have.
More fun and games in the loft, pulling out boxes of put away clothes and making decisions what to keep, what not. Looking at the piles and PILES of actually really quite unattractive rummage-sale fodder that's spread all over, I begin to realise that this is not that far from sorting through someone elses clothes: HELLO?! to which unchic, ambassador of non-style does this lot belong?
In jealously hoarding everything, including moving ridiculous quantitites of stuff in 3 house moves since the early 1990s, I have neglected to appreciate that the person who bought (and loved, lets be honest - and could fit into, lets be even more honest) those long Gap jean-shorts (no, not cool Crusoe ones, nor nice rolled-up-at-the-knee worn with long boots ones) just doesn't exist any more. I loved them, and wore them often - in 1991. Its 2011. Not only has my body changed (i am 44 now, i was 25 then), but i no longer like high-waisted, loose on the thigh, tapered leg jeans, or jean-shorts, of this nature, in khaki denim. It should be a no-brainer, not take 20 years to get to grips with. Anyway, shorts were out. both pairs. I am not sure that i ever really fitted into the black size 8 ones even when i was relatively skinny. Maybe i kept them (mostly unworn for 20 years??!?) because there is an aspirational me that always planned on being that small? Plus they're Gap, and Gap's nice, isn't it? {;)} And they belong to a time when I was living and working in London as a young carefree, long shorts wearing twenty-something........
It really does just boil down to applying this 'No TYVM, now obsolete item' logic to a procession of unlovely unwanteds, and seeing the Oxfam-labelled bin bags grow. Now filled 9, and we're talking proper quality, large bin bags, not your goes-into-holes-if-you-so-much-as-look-at-it B&M black cling film rubbish.
My plan is to reach No 365 at the end of this evening -we're tackling shoes. And I will only count a pair as one, not two, things. Then I'm going to stop, at least for a while. Firstly, my resolution (to find one piece of clothing to give away for each day of the year) will be acheived. Secondly, having just gone through everything - really, honestly, everything - with a fine-toothed comb and done a lot of decision making, not sure i'm ready, or that it would be profitable, to go though the whole lot again straight away. Leave it for 6 months and I'll be ready to start again. Perhaps achieving a give-away of 500 by the end of 2011. What feels good is that even if Oxfam only gain an average of £2 per item, that's a donation of £1000 that's just been crammed into the loft for years. How. Utterly. Shaming.
But lets NOT look at the maths of what I've spent over the years on stuff that i haven't had good wear out of. I'm beginning to see that that's a key part of hoarding - the initial financial investment plus the emotional investment of keeping it (and in my case, moving house 3 times) ramps up the extent to which you think you SHOULD keep it. That might be a warped form of thrift - a version of 'can't afford to give away'. I can, and have.
Sunday, 23 January 2011
202!
Out: 202, High street: 0.
that's the sound of the 202nd piece of unwanted clothing leaving the building - ta-ran-ta-rah! It's easy when you know how, i.e. would i look dead in that? No? then out it goes. Might get a bit harder from here on in, was starting to get slightly into 'Hmmmm but i do still like that (thing that doesn't fit/thing i haven't worn for decades/thing that has absolutely vintage niceness) so i am not sure....' territory, a little bit. Slight scuffles with self as things went in and out of the bag, and there was a bit of giving myself a talking to. No, I don't need to keep a white zip up jacket bought from Chain Store Seconds circa 1995 that still has the price ticket on it (Ahhhh, CS2nds of happy memory!!). If I've had it for 15 years and never worn it, and don't even like it any more, why have I still got it? I don't go to THAT many fancy dress parties and neither is it realistic to think i will ever actually run a circus/dancing troup/theatre company.
Anticipate the last 163 things being harder. and no i can't count a pair of shoes as 2 things!
that's the sound of the 202nd piece of unwanted clothing leaving the building - ta-ran-ta-rah! It's easy when you know how, i.e. would i look dead in that? No? then out it goes. Might get a bit harder from here on in, was starting to get slightly into 'Hmmmm but i do still like that (thing that doesn't fit/thing i haven't worn for decades/thing that has absolutely vintage niceness) so i am not sure....' territory, a little bit. Slight scuffles with self as things went in and out of the bag, and there was a bit of giving myself a talking to. No, I don't need to keep a white zip up jacket bought from Chain Store Seconds circa 1995 that still has the price ticket on it (Ahhhh, CS2nds of happy memory!!). If I've had it for 15 years and never worn it, and don't even like it any more, why have I still got it? I don't go to THAT many fancy dress parties and neither is it realistic to think i will ever actually run a circus/dancing troup/theatre company.
Anticipate the last 163 things being harder. and no i can't count a pair of shoes as 2 things!
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
???
ok...........so having got rid of 100 things, might see if i can do that all over again - what are the chances?
Monday, 17 January 2011
on a roll?
Seems true that the more you get rid of stuff, the easier it is to do.
Having found 100 articles of clothing to pass on (and that in the end it wasn't all that painful) I'm wondering if i can find a further 265 this month and be done with it. Totally up my 365. Thinking of the space that this will free up! I might have to count things that are so knackered that they have to go in the ragbag: have just googled 'Do Oxfam take rags?' and yes they do, preferring these to be bagged up separately and labelled so that volunteer time is not wasted on sorting these out. That's alright then. Wonder if the same policy applies to the glitter encrusted platforms from 1990s '1970s revival' (thank you United Footwear for happy memories) that I went through? And the rest of you - you know who you are!
Am catching myself trying to remember what I got rid of last night, and whether it was a mistake, and whether I ought to have another look through the bags......and that I know I have to get over it! Honestly, when your sorting criteria boils down to 'Would I buy this in a charity shop? and the answer is categorically 'No' then you have to ask yourself why you were mad enough to line the walls of your house with it for years. That's not to say that someone else won't want it though. Hopefully. Otherwise that's just fly tipping at Oxfam.
Having found 100 articles of clothing to pass on (and that in the end it wasn't all that painful) I'm wondering if i can find a further 265 this month and be done with it. Totally up my 365. Thinking of the space that this will free up! I might have to count things that are so knackered that they have to go in the ragbag: have just googled 'Do Oxfam take rags?' and yes they do, preferring these to be bagged up separately and labelled so that volunteer time is not wasted on sorting these out. That's alright then. Wonder if the same policy applies to the glitter encrusted platforms from 1990s '1970s revival' (thank you United Footwear for happy memories) that I went through? And the rest of you - you know who you are!
Am catching myself trying to remember what I got rid of last night, and whether it was a mistake, and whether I ought to have another look through the bags......and that I know I have to get over it! Honestly, when your sorting criteria boils down to 'Would I buy this in a charity shop? and the answer is categorically 'No' then you have to ask yourself why you were mad enough to line the walls of your house with it for years. That's not to say that someone else won't want it though. Hopefully. Otherwise that's just fly tipping at Oxfam.
Sunday, 16 January 2011
question...
what is it that makes us keep things for years (and years) that we don't consciously remember we have, that we don't even actively like when we do come across them......but are afraid of being without, for reasons we can't determine. Seems very illogical and unattractive habit right now.
Mission: top of the wardrobe
Mission Boxes on the Top of the Wardrobe accomplished.........25 tops, 12 skirts, 10 dresses and 5 jumpers safely in the charity shop bag. Running total of 'out' = 86. Am embarrassed by how many unlovely things I have kept for years: of all the things re-assigned to the 'out' bag, only one was lovely enough to offer to a friend: i really don't do pink, even soft, pale rose pink, and i'm too fat for strapless satin numbers at the moment. Lets hope she thinks its a nice pass-me-on! i imagine she will look stunning in it.
It's really shocked me how indiscriminately I have horded things that could have been passed on months - even years - ago. Either that or my tastes have changed extremely radically. That and the bad habit of picking things up because they are cheap, relatively nice and might come in. From now on, I'm only going to pick things up that are properly gorgeous and a definite will-love and will-wear.
How to decide what to keep, given that 'doesn't fit' wasn't the guiding principle? Well.........anything of great sentimental value, I kept. Likewise anything made of fabric that I actively loved and really didn't want to part with - and will possibly re-make into something else towards the close of this century. Anything with fancy dress, theatrical and/or circus potential is a keep - well, you never know. Nikki's parties, for a start. And I have a nephew who may need occassional access to Extreme Dressing Up Box numbers. Comedy genius is a keep: stretchy tiger two-piece, and more Flash Gordon style silver dresses that I am prepared to own up to. Just plain bonkers is a keep: strapless bra entirely covered in fuschia pink feathers (for which we have Claire C to thank) and lime green swirly lava lamp patterned leggings (WTF? i have no idea where they came from!). Odd but gorgeous also a keep: Karen Millen white and gold snowflake vest with real feather collar (you'll have to take my word for the gorgeousness rating of this one). Those of you who know me well, the dayglo frog green one-piece is a ..........keep! Well you DO never know, and I remember only too well being 13, having to play a locust in a school play, and being totally beaten by getting the outfit together.
might go for the 100 before the day is out.............
It's really shocked me how indiscriminately I have horded things that could have been passed on months - even years - ago. Either that or my tastes have changed extremely radically. That and the bad habit of picking things up because they are cheap, relatively nice and might come in. From now on, I'm only going to pick things up that are properly gorgeous and a definite will-love and will-wear.
How to decide what to keep, given that 'doesn't fit' wasn't the guiding principle? Well.........anything of great sentimental value, I kept. Likewise anything made of fabric that I actively loved and really didn't want to part with - and will possibly re-make into something else towards the close of this century. Anything with fancy dress, theatrical and/or circus potential is a keep - well, you never know. Nikki's parties, for a start. And I have a nephew who may need occassional access to Extreme Dressing Up Box numbers. Comedy genius is a keep: stretchy tiger two-piece, and more Flash Gordon style silver dresses that I am prepared to own up to. Just plain bonkers is a keep: strapless bra entirely covered in fuschia pink feathers (for which we have Claire C to thank) and lime green swirly lava lamp patterned leggings (WTF? i have no idea where they came from!). Odd but gorgeous also a keep: Karen Millen white and gold snowflake vest with real feather collar (you'll have to take my word for the gorgeousness rating of this one). Those of you who know me well, the dayglo frog green one-piece is a ..........keep! Well you DO never know, and I remember only too well being 13, having to play a locust in a school play, and being totally beaten by getting the outfit together.
might go for the 100 before the day is out.............
near miss!
big fan of control underwear so much excitment at the inclusion of Uniqlo's posturewear in today's Observer's Lust List - and a snip at £7.99. Much frustration at resolution NOT to buy new stuff........but a little peak at the website won't hurt, will it? PHEW! although it looks fab, website reveals posturewear is in fact separates (long pants and vest top) and not the all-in-one I expected it to be. Didn't even get as far as taking the visa out of the purse.................
control wear all-in-ones, discuss.
control wear all-in-ones, discuss.
Friday, 14 January 2011
a stroke of genius
Things going well on the no-purchasing front - its day 14 and despite trip to London this week and being in either in Leeds, Bradford or Hebden Bridge on the other days, there have been no 2011 purchases, nothing has crossed the threshold :)
Not so great on the crossing the threshold in the other direction front: despite some efforts, have only found 4 things to get rid of........till my friend Sue came up with this GENIUS plan: she reckons the task is made more manageable, not to say an interesting challenge, by doing one of the following:
(a) close your eyes, stick your hand in the wardrobe/drawer, whatever you pull out, you give away
(b) something from the stash of clothes that no longer fit
(c) something from the basket of clothes you intend to alter and still haven't got round to
(d) something by colour
(e) something by type
(f) have a friend in mind, and choose something perfect for them
Hmmmmm. (a) is well too scary as is black belt level of being able to let go - so maybe that's a final test at the end of the year to see if this horder has better habits? (b) = too many unknowns, given that OBVIOUSLY I'm going to lose 2 stone this year. So have softed (b) to 'something that has not fitted for a long time and has no vintage value'. what applies to (b) applies to (c). (d) and (e) are immediately manageable, especially (e) as i organise my clothes by type - so (e) it is then. (f) is a really nice idea for when i have time to go through things more reflectively.
My starter for ten for (e) is shirts/blouses (do i wear blouses?). The aim was one thing out per day so in order to catch up, this means finding 10. Here goes.............
Not so great on the crossing the threshold in the other direction front: despite some efforts, have only found 4 things to get rid of........till my friend Sue came up with this GENIUS plan: she reckons the task is made more manageable, not to say an interesting challenge, by doing one of the following:
(a) close your eyes, stick your hand in the wardrobe/drawer, whatever you pull out, you give away
(b) something from the stash of clothes that no longer fit
(c) something from the basket of clothes you intend to alter and still haven't got round to
(d) something by colour
(e) something by type
(f) have a friend in mind, and choose something perfect for them
Hmmmmm. (a) is well too scary as is black belt level of being able to let go - so maybe that's a final test at the end of the year to see if this horder has better habits? (b) = too many unknowns, given that OBVIOUSLY I'm going to lose 2 stone this year. So have softed (b) to 'something that has not fitted for a long time and has no vintage value'. what applies to (b) applies to (c). (d) and (e) are immediately manageable, especially (e) as i organise my clothes by type - so (e) it is then. (f) is a really nice idea for when i have time to go through things more reflectively.
My starter for ten for (e) is shirts/blouses (do i wear blouses?). The aim was one thing out per day so in order to catch up, this means finding 10. Here goes.............
Sunday, 9 January 2011
the first weekend
First weekend of new resolve.....turned down an invitation to go Saturday shopping in Leeds with the friend who is my favourite person to clothes shop with. Anyone who shops recreationally will know that there are friends who make shopping a joy, and some you'd never shop with - they're just don't approach it in manner compatible with your own M.O! For me, and for her, its all about the hunt for the perfect what-ever-it-happens-to-be-at-that-moment and any physical launching self at shops is preceded by much online research in order to fully scope all the options, much emailing of links and frank and open discussion of the micro-details. Getting the shops-to-teashops ratio is also crucial (a very good shop will necessitate 3 sustenance breaks), there should be time to visit Charbonnel et Walker, and - in my case - the Chinese supermarket, Global Crystals and the haberdashers. These last three serve as useful cigarette breaks for my friend, who is more of a bulk buyer of lipsticks from SpaceNK and non-mainstream, extraordinarily luxurious perfumes than i am - so we do mix it up a bit.......
That's a long para about shopping for a blog that's about NOT shopping! But Saturday shopping in a big city centre that you know like the back of your hand (when you don't technically really need anything so there is no pressure) is quite close to the top of my favourite mindless and shallow things to do when you need to chill list. So is also nice to write about. But it's the trap of (my own) brain-disengaged-overconsumerism that i want to reflect on this year. Not really so much in terms of the inner 'why' - we all know that on one level the 'why' is lack of confidence. We suspect that every doubt and dissatisfaction about ourselves can be put to bed once and for all by the perfect (and I mean perfect) LBD, or that boomeranging moods can be permanently lifted by those kneel length purple boots or forest green velvet coat, to mention a couple of recent (and as yet unworn) purchases. As a strategy, it doesn't work. I have the perfect LBD. I've got ten - or twenty. Did they do a great job as LBDs? Yes, each in turn. One of them is particular outstanding. Anything achieved in terms of seismic shifts in my inner landscape? Of course not. Sadly, not even the Karen Millen one-shouldered bandage dress (and I really did have prayer-answering Holy Grail of Dresses expectations when I handed over the £120 for this one).
So rather than re-hashing the armchair pyschology blah blah blah antecendents to overconsumerism, I'm happy to accept it's a combination of the need to self-bolster, boredom, lapses in imagination and societally encultured notions of 'I'm worth it' and 'it's normal'. But I've decided I'm not happy with continuing to do it, hence the NY'sR. Unlimited opportunity - quite literally - to purchase what, relatively speaking, amounts to vast quantities of brand new clothing (we're not talking one on, one in the drawer and one in the wash here) is something that I have always intellectually accepted as being somehow morally wrong (as in the global social injustice sense), irrational (as in continuing to overfeed an already-rammed wardrobe with brand new things) and borderline insane ('inventive' extra wardrobe building in every nook and cranny) - but there's a difference between 'intellectually accept' and 'live differently'.
Right now its 'live differently' that I'm interested in. And settling on two simple rules and sticking to them - how hard can it be? Rule One has worked so far: I didn't shop in Leeds this weekend, and since the New Year I have trawled both a TKMaxx and an entire retail park for a birthday present and neither of these resulted in a clothing purchase. I haven't even bothered to check out the charity shops in Hebden Bridge today.
Rule Two: to offload a proportion of what's been hoarded to date by finding a thing per day to take out of the house is harder. There is something emotionally needy squatting in the heart of my procrastination and resistence to actual get on with this!
That's a long para about shopping for a blog that's about NOT shopping! But Saturday shopping in a big city centre that you know like the back of your hand (when you don't technically really need anything so there is no pressure) is quite close to the top of my favourite mindless and shallow things to do when you need to chill list. So is also nice to write about. But it's the trap of (my own) brain-disengaged-overconsumerism that i want to reflect on this year. Not really so much in terms of the inner 'why' - we all know that on one level the 'why' is lack of confidence. We suspect that every doubt and dissatisfaction about ourselves can be put to bed once and for all by the perfect (and I mean perfect) LBD, or that boomeranging moods can be permanently lifted by those kneel length purple boots or forest green velvet coat, to mention a couple of recent (and as yet unworn) purchases. As a strategy, it doesn't work. I have the perfect LBD. I've got ten - or twenty. Did they do a great job as LBDs? Yes, each in turn. One of them is particular outstanding. Anything achieved in terms of seismic shifts in my inner landscape? Of course not. Sadly, not even the Karen Millen one-shouldered bandage dress (and I really did have prayer-answering Holy Grail of Dresses expectations when I handed over the £120 for this one).
So rather than re-hashing the armchair pyschology blah blah blah antecendents to overconsumerism, I'm happy to accept it's a combination of the need to self-bolster, boredom, lapses in imagination and societally encultured notions of 'I'm worth it' and 'it's normal'. But I've decided I'm not happy with continuing to do it, hence the NY'sR. Unlimited opportunity - quite literally - to purchase what, relatively speaking, amounts to vast quantities of brand new clothing (we're not talking one on, one in the drawer and one in the wash here) is something that I have always intellectually accepted as being somehow morally wrong (as in the global social injustice sense), irrational (as in continuing to overfeed an already-rammed wardrobe with brand new things) and borderline insane ('inventive' extra wardrobe building in every nook and cranny) - but there's a difference between 'intellectually accept' and 'live differently'.
Right now its 'live differently' that I'm interested in. And settling on two simple rules and sticking to them - how hard can it be? Rule One has worked so far: I didn't shop in Leeds this weekend, and since the New Year I have trawled both a TKMaxx and an entire retail park for a birthday present and neither of these resulted in a clothing purchase. I haven't even bothered to check out the charity shops in Hebden Bridge today.
Rule Two: to offload a proportion of what's been hoarded to date by finding a thing per day to take out of the house is harder. There is something emotionally needy squatting in the heart of my procrastination and resistence to actual get on with this!
Thursday, 6 January 2011
ok so now for the hard bit.....
am home............and hunting for today's thing to give away.....hmmmmm
New year, new me. Well, same old me, but with better habits.
Well, same old me, but with better ways of being. 2011 is the year in which I have decided not to buy any more clothes unless they have been pre-owned. So high street bad, charity shops good etc. You get the picture.
Its also my year for trying to question the strange habit of hoarding clothes - I need to offload things to good homes, so 2011 is also about finding one thing each day that I take out of the wardrobe, as opposed to stuff into it.
I'll choose nice things which I'll blog here and post to FB, and they'll be up for grabs to whoever's interested :)
Its also my year for trying to question the strange habit of hoarding clothes - I need to offload things to good homes, so 2011 is also about finding one thing each day that I take out of the wardrobe, as opposed to stuff into it.
I'll choose nice things which I'll blog here and post to FB, and they'll be up for grabs to whoever's interested :)
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