So I’m sorting through a bunch of the things that I have stuffed in my closet, and I realize not only that I keep too many things for way too long (can you believe I still have a shirt I wore “clubbing” twenty years ago? Really. Not exaggerating here.) but also that given the limited amount of storage space in my apartment this is a huge problem.
My closet is a walk in, but it’s the smallest walk in imaginable: I barely fit (and this was pre-accident, pre-Christmas spread). Part of the problem is the bookcase that I keep in there. I don’t have enough drawers or under-bed space for four seasons’ worth of clothes, so I needed something to put sweaters and tee shirts on; when I first moved in here, I had an extra bookcase, so I stuck that in the closet and loaded it up with tops (and maybe stuffed animals–long since donated–had a bit of room back then). Another part of the problem is the hook that I have on the wall; well, the hook itself isn’t really a problem, it’s all the totes that I have hanging on it until they bulge out into the middle of the space. Sigh. The top shelves are piles high with luggage, shoes, purses, and “lounge” wear (sweats and fleece, that kind of thing).
All well and good, but as I was weeding through there, it was like Christmas all over again; I found things that I’d forgotten about,and I found things that I am sure I must have purchased while drunk. Or under someone’s spell. Hideous horrors were lurking in there, sucking up the space that some of the lovely things could (and do now) occupy). And I found things that had “sentimental” but no “fashion” value; a multi-colored dreamcoat my Grandmother sent me (it has to be at least a size 18–I’m not–on top of being quite . . . colorful), a few applique sweaters that my mom had gotten me but that I have not yet reached the advanced age one must be to wear such things (what did we come up with Tally? 80?), and a couple of ancient dresses that I wore as someone’s bridesmaid or maid of honor or to some holiday party back before electricity was discovered, wrangled, and sent streaming into everyone’s home.
One of the problems with all this stuff (and I do love stuff) is that because there’s so much crammed into such a small space, I don’t wear/use it because I can’t see/find it. I carry the same bag every day and wear the same three pairs of shoes most days (not all at once and depending on the weather). And those are black; the bag, all three pairs of “daily” shoes. Black goes with so much and is so low maintenance. Lots and lots of stuff and nowhere to put it. Feel for me.
The picture is of someone else’s closet. In a way it makes me feel better to know that I’m not alone. I would have taken a pic of mine, but I’ve not got a digital camera. Actually, now that I have you here, I was looking at some, but I don’t know anything about them and have no idea what to get. Any suggestions or ideas? The main thing I want it for is this blog, so I need to be able to get the pics from the camera to the laptop with minimal (preferably no) fuss.