Whenever I pull on one of my t-shirts that have holes from the rapacious rodents or unraveling hems due to extreme old age, I swear that I will get rid of it.
And then I wear it, wash and fold it and the next time I wear it I will say the same thing.
One day I will. One day I will check my collection of decrepit t-shirts and chuck the worst.
That will give me a lot of room in my closet
and a chance to buy some new ones.