Once I started folding and packaging, I recognized that I didn't have a lot a closet but a website to another measurement filled with unlimited junk. A "Narnia" populated by a minimum of 5 years' worth of bad judgment.
For me, cleaning and company is a spectator sport. Significance, I've composed numerous posts about the topic, however my home life is one filled with moderate clutter.
Can you do my closet next? Flickr image by George Eastman Home.
It's a standard-sized closet that, I thought, was rather organized in that there were things on wall mounts and stuff in boxes. As soon as I started folding and packaging, I realized that I didn't have so much a website however a closet to another dimension filled with boundless junk.
I rapidly got the trash bags.
A relocation brings out odd things in people. My sweetheart, for circumstances, became unusually protective of the 30-cent drinking glasses that were not worth the trouble of moving throughout the room not to mention 50 miles. And then he began positioning things willy-nilly in boxes, sealing them up before I might realize that he stored half of my shoe collection. And by "half," I mean: The left or ideal shoe of almost every set. From someone who alphabetizes his action figure collection, this was genuinely odd behavior.
In my case, it was a newfound neglect for sentimentality. Where before, I websites never fulfilled a vintage knick-knack I didn't like, I now got an excitement out of putting them in the ever-growing "FREE" box. 4 sets of sixties china? What am I, preparing for a state supper? BYE! (Confession: I kept 2 sets.) If I didn't notice my cat, Roscoe, sitting among an ironic memento spoon collection, he would have brand-new owners by now.
So when I got to the closet, I was primed for ruthlessness. I didn't so much provide things a 2nd glance as I put every uncomfortable, old, simply outdated or slightly worn-out garment in a donation bag.
2 hours later ...
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... I had SEVEN bags. That's at least 50 pounds of bad clothing that I didn't understand I had, let alone delight in using. There actually is no excuse for that. I'm challenging you to do the exact same: go into a closet and begin purging.
And if you require a few guidelines from a newly-convinced organizer, here you go:
They can end up having unexpected attachments to things in your closet that you didn't believe twice about. If required, offer them 3 vetos that give them the power to override your choice.
Facing a jam-packed closet is frightening, which is why most of us put off the process up until outdoors forces step in. Chances are, though, you'll want to keep on tossing things out.
Old blankets can go to animal shelters (like the North Shore Animal League America), a bag of old workwear can go to an organization like Dress For Success and the rest go straight to the thrift company of your choice. One note: It may seem hassle-free to toss your bags into the closest contribution bin, however typically the contents of stated bins are delivered off to be made into rags.