- Closet cleaning in the computer room:
We live in a house with very small closets (1950's era) so the bedroom closet is all mine. Many years ago we moved most of Hubby's clothes into the living room closet, which is actually the coat closet. He never wanted to go to the back bedroom for his things. First his shirts made it into the coat closet, then his slacks. Still, we never actually cleaned out the closet for him -- he just gradually took over until most of the things stored there belonged to him. A few coats remained at the sides, hats were on the top shelve along with the unused light bulbs and cookie sheets and duet piano music. On the closet floor we stored anything we couldn't find room for in the house -- huge packages of toilet paper from Sam's, boots, dust rags, paper towels. The coats pretty much gravitated into the computer (second bedroom) closet, along with Hubby's ties, suspenders, shoes he wasn't wearing, his sweaters, shoes I didn't wear but couldn't bear to part with and shelving we weren't using.
Yesterday we started cleaning out the computer room closet. We found 15 pairs of slacks Hubby had forgotten he owned. They went into the front room closet with the rest of his clothing. Out of that front closet we removed all the clothing and paraphernalia that wasn't Hubby's. We found coats in our garage, in the front living room, and on the floor of the computer room. We trash-bagged all the coats neither of us wanted, all Hubby's ties, and all the shoes we hadn't worn (except for a $400 pair of Ecco's that Hubby had NEVER worn and looked at in disbelief). At least 10 coats and jackets have been discarded, but we still have way too many stored because Hubby kept looking at his coats and thinking they were in really good condition (like his trench coat on the left). I had an easier time putting things in the discard pile -- some of my old coats actually had shoulder pads in them! I had trouble dumping fleeces and jackets, though.
Now the computer room closet has been cleared of the junk. All the retained coats are on good hangers (ones that won't bend or break when heavy coats are pulled from them). Hubby's 36 sweaters are neatly folded and on the top shelf while all the ones with piles have been put aside for donation. The shoes we both had saved were so old that they were once again in style -- but I'm never going to wear high heels again -- and these lovely shoes were hooker high. One sad pair was so old the soles had disintegrated on us and when we opened the box we initially thought that cookies had been stored in it.
Finally, because we had moved so much junk out of the computer room closet, the floor was empty. I was able to move all the stored winter clothing of my sweaters, Hubby's winter pants, my fleece sleepwear onto the closet floor so we would not have to shlep the big bags of winter stuff from the basement ever again. How cool is that?
When I open the closet door, both in the living room and in the computer room, I smile at the neatness and the organization.
- Donating bags of used clothing and other sundry junk to City Union Mission for resale.
|City Thrift Store -- many of the less fortunate shop here, but it's also become a chic place to pick up unusual and hip items for little of nothing.|
- A slab or ribs and a quart of potato salad from Gates Barbecue
- Central air conditioning.
- Jasper's Vinegar and Oil Salad Dressing
- Novels under $4.00 on my Kindle.
- Paychecks for not working.
Now if Hubby would only feel better, the weather would cool off just a little, and the gouty toe would decide to ease up (every frickin' July, man!) life would be nearly perfect!