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Copyright 2006-2012 That's My Answer
Nobody who has read my answers here over the years will be surprised when I ask “You’re supposed to clean out closets?”
I haven’t cleaned my closet since the day I opened the door and Raymond Burr walked out.
Earlier this year, and I’m starting into it again. I try to clean, pitch, and organize them about twice a year. Comes from early married life and living (at that time) in a single-wide mobile home with very few places to store anything. St. Vincent de Paul and Goodwill are usually the recipients of anything that’s still usable/wearable.
Last month I did a complete tear down of my bedroom closet. I got rid of so many clothes, I couldn’t believe it. And then the month before, I did the bathroom closets. Hello, medication from 2002.
Over the years, as I may have mentioned, first my husband’s and then my daughter’s stuff made me pull back all of mine into one room. The tide in the basement made her throw away about half of her stuff, and she has been cleaning out things that should have been done years ago. (And she still has piles that make my room look pristine!)
The basement, cleaned and painted, has filled up with the Gentleman Caller’s stuff, and my daughter is beginning to feel the same stress that I felt for the last fifteen years. I throw away or donate some of my things from time to time, but my closets will never be clean.
Probably about a month ago – as the seasons changed, and I needed to find the long-sleeved shirts. I deal only with my own closet…John’s on his own.