I have been saving a few things that haven't fitted me for years in the mistaken belief that I will wear them again or that I will pass them down to DD (because they're vintage you see).
Realistically this is not going to happen. In 18 years time, God knows what DD will want to wear - she almost certainly won't want my old shit. So I've given them to the new charity shop round the corner.
AIBU to be sad about giving away the clothes I wore when I was young, single and childless?