My Closet is Scary
My closet is scary. What’s in my closet? Well, clothes from previous decades (I won’t say how many) that I may alternately bulge out of or get lost in. Clothes with room for several people from a body image issue I finally conquered. Odd-looking clothes, with tags still attached, that I apparently bought while in a fugue state and did and will not wear – ever. Strange clothes from some unidentified person – where did they come from? Who knows? Polyester clothes. Clothes with moth holes, worn out knees, bleach spots, food stains, etc. The gigantic box of jeans I accidentally bought on eBay… all of which strangely slip off of me now… Embarrassing and unflattering both.
Then there are the shoes, the tattered ones that I have an unnatural emotional attachment to and the ones I stopped wearing after that really bad date two years ago – plus the dress shoes that cause painful blisters – the 120 dollar ones. Darn it. I remember that walk in Chicago to the Contemporary that left my feet blistering and weeping for a week after. Of course, I had to buy another pair while there, just to get around. Okay, and shoes I never wear. Lots of them. I’m embarrassed to say how many because, while I’ve always maintained I’m not addictive, I have this one little thing, a habit, if you will… I’m no Imelda Marcos, but I suspect if I contacted the Toronto Bata Shoe Museum, they would want to devote a wing to my collection which includes some great 90s Doc Martens and Steve Maddens. Chunky, witty and ridiculous, I know. The 90s were, I believe, the Renaissance of shoes. Sigh. They don’t make them like that anymore, which is partly why they still exist in my collection.
There are also things that shouldn’t have ever been there like board games (which I hate) and the Twister game from the 70s – which violated my personal-space rules. The Operation game that never did work quite right (good thing we didn’t get shocked).
So here’s the problem: my 1000 square foot house and its two ridiculously makeshift, tiny, oddball closets built by farmers 100-and-some odd years ago. Something’s got to give and I know it involves shoes, board games, and never-worn clothes.
I’m making a pile, as I write this – in the middle of my living room. For Purple Heart, for the shoe museum, for Goodwill and for ceremonial trash bin burning (yes, I live in the country). Eyeing the ill-fitting stack of jeans, that’s an easy 300 in mad money for a rainy day, a Chicago weekend – or a car payment, whichever strikes me at that moment. I’m listing them this weekend and scheduling the Purple Heart pickup for tomorrow.
As I write this, my closet is no longer scary. It’s splendidly empty, waiting for some Clutter Control Freak magic, some cedar, some shelving, some organizing, and possibly something uniquely freakish in a clutter-controlling kind of way.
Yes, I am a Clutter Control Freak. It evolved out of my dark side, my scary closet, and a gradual shift in consciousness, as well as an honest moment about my aversion to board games. As I continue on my journey to organization, I’ll share my experiences with you, my solutions, my tips and tricks, and my joy.
If you have, or have ever had a scary closet, no need to feel bad. Organize it! And feel free to share your stories, before and after photos, etc. in our forthcoming contests on Facebook. Check out www.facebook.com/organizeit for tips, links, articles AND contests. And be sure to bookmark Clutter Control Freak Blog for lots of organizing ideas.
That’s it for today. More soon…
Clutter Control Freak
picture credit: Laurie Halbritter
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