This afternoon, spurred on by Dr Pop's decision to go through his clothes and get rid of things, I decided to move my summer clothes, in favor of my fall/winter ones (even though the highs are still in the upper 80s/low 90s).
I've been lamenting my lack of clothes lately, or rather, my lack of anything to wear... Ever! What I discovered during my treks upstairs told another story. I have plenty to wear and I told Dr Pop that if I said that I needed a sweater within the next 10 years, he is to swat me upside the head.
It's nice to only keep seasonal clothes in ones closet, though. That way there is room to see what you have, and things don't get crammed in corners where you cannot see them. I have such a difficult time sorting things and letting them go, though, that I have ended up with a monster on my hands... Me! I think I need professional help, because I am simply not strong enough to say goodbye to my "stuff."
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