Shoveling the Closets
I think I've made a serious mistake.
Last week I decided it was time to clean out my closets.
They were beyond overrun. They resembled a landfill.
First, I sorted through some of the plastic containers. They were supposed to have winter clothes in some containers and summer clothes in others. But somehow they got mixed. Sleeveless blouses were tucked in among winter sweaters, etc.
I had turned one small room in the house into a large closet. That sounded really good, initially, and it worked out well. Then one day I found that I couldn't get the door open because so many clothing boxes blocked the entrance. Once inside, I had to tip toe my way around a series of boxes and containers before I could reach the back closet which holds my winter coats. Not only that, there are hangers of clothes on both sides of the small room.....and they are crammed with clothes of every kind, and different sizes, too, ranging in sizes 8 to 12.
There's also a three-tier metal shelf that holds hats, gloves, purses, folded tops, a lamp shade and etceteras.
There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the helter-skelter storage. But mostly, there was just too much of it.
There are a couple of evening gowns that I will never wear, bought at a White Elephant flea market in Blytheville, and there are numerous velvet pantsuits for winter. There are pretty flowing summer skirts, and the one really pretty never worn sequined one that is too pretty to wear anywhere. I get it out, put it on, twirl around the room and take it off again. It's just too fancy for any occasion, so far.
There are shoes hanging in a shoe bag over the closet door, and scarves galore, and suits, and blouses, and belts, and luggage, all crammed into a cramped area. Some of the shoes hurt my feet, some are gold, some red, some like brogans, boots.
On a top shelf that runs almost the length of the room, there are two large Valentine rabbits, never displayed, that I bought on sale after Valentine's Day. And there's a large round basket that holds something. I forgot what.
So feeling overwhelmed, I called my daughter and begged for help.
"Now, mom, be a big girl," she said. "You have to get rid of some of those things. You'll be glad you did."
She said she'd be over Wednesday and we'd get rid of old clothes I never wear anymore.
"Then you'll have room to buy some new ones," she ventured, hopeful..
I agreed. But I knew it wouldn't be easy. What if I decided I might wear some of the cast a ways in the future?"
So she showed up and began pitching clothes out the closet room door.
It was my job to decide what to keep and what to cull. She encouraged me to pitch.
There was a large stack of blue denim jeans in one corner, all in assorted sizes..
I told my daughter that I had intentions of trying them on, one by one, to see which of them I could wear and keep.
"Just pitch them, mom. Don't you have other jeans you can wear?.".
I said yes, knowing that there were two other closets just jammed with clothes that I do normally wear.
And several pair of jeans hanging in those closets.
Those two closets would be dealt with later. For now, we would deal with the room closet.
Now lest you think my closets are filled with designer clothes, I pull out a red ruffled square dance dress made by my mother in law during my square dance days. I've had the dress (much too small for me now) in my closet for 30 years, I guess I hung onto it for sentimental reasons, but now it must go in the throw-a-way Mission House heap.
I hold it up for one last look. "Was I ever that small in the waist?"
I think to myself, Maybe the dress could be donated to the school and used in a production of Guys and Dolls. Then I remember that I've been saying the same thing for years and the dress still hangs in my closet.
Time to pitch.
Okay, I'm getting rid of some stuff.
But don't ask me to part with that pretty fancy summer skirt that sparkles when I twirl.
I'm keeping that.
My twirling days aren't over yet.