Today I grabbed a shirt that I haven’t worn in a while and threw it on.
“Oh wow – this is cute – forgot I had this.” I thought.
No wonder – my closet is getting full again. And now that the Gala and other things are over, it’s time to go through and pull out all the things I’m not wearing and give them away.
My co-worker Harley and I were discussing closets this morning. She recently moved in with her boyfriend and her closet is driving her a little crazy.
“It’s just not the way I like it. I like to categorize things together – shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, etc. Right now it’s just everything all jammed in together and it’s driving me nuts.”
I thought about my closet and agreed. It’s not as orderly as I would like it to be. But I really don’t have a right to complain – because my husband spoils me and does the laundry and hangs up the clothes. If I’m going to complain, I’m going to have to be willing to do it myself.
My test when I go through my closet is how I feel when I look at it. Life is too short to wear clothes that don’t give me joy. I would wear one shirt until it’s threadbare if it gives me joy, rather than have 20 shirts that I put on that just make me sigh. Besides, there are other people that might find joy in them or need them more.
When I was going through my divorce, I had this small 450 sq ft. apartment – with one big closet. Every few weeks I would go through and just re-organize it. Partly because I was poor and bored, but also because my belongings were at a very controllable level.
Since moving back, I’ve seen my “things” take a sharp uptick – especially with the wedding and the merging of households and the general happiness. The Gala allowed us to clear out all the donations, and before we start collecting again for 2017, I want to get things back in control.
I have this gigantic urge to go through and declutter my whole house – but I’m going to start with my closet. Next up is the kitchen, then the spare bedroom and the office. And then the mother of all challenges, the garage.
But first, let’s get to that closet.