This weekend Brandon and I went through our attic and closets to organize things long left unorganized. In the attic, we had a baby swing listing precariously on top of squished boxes and the old guest room bed frame and mattress heaved into a corner. It was hot as balls up there and I kept imagining this happening:
Anyway, we’re still not 100% done but we did get the closets finished! A few notes:
- I had gone through my closet about 6 months ago and didn’t have a ton to sort through this time. Instead, I tried on every single thing. It was annoying, but I got a decent pile of things that don’t fit anymore.
- There were a few dresses that I really loved but weren’t flattering (fit-and-flares will always make me look like a rectangle). When I was waffling (“umm, I like this dress, I don’t know”), I had Brandon take a photo of me. DONATE PILE.
- I hadn’t sorted through my outerwear in a long time. Early fall is a good time to check on the coat situation because there is plenty of time to watch for sales before it gets too cold. I found several coats that were too big and a couple college-era favorites that really needed to be replaced. They were missing buttons, one was missing a waist tie, the fabric was looking rough, etc. I really loved those coats, but I had them for almost 10 years and they were looking pretty worn. I have a well-fitting puff coat and a dressier winter coat, so I’ll just search for a new trench to replace the one I donated. That should do me for another 10 years. -____-
- I hadn’t tackled my sleepwear/pajama drawer the last cleanout because it was an intimidating catch-all for things I didn’t know what to do with. I pulled an out of sight, out of mind on the pajama drawer(s). That was dumb. A pajama drawer is a free-for-all. It is a special place where random clothes go to die. I had nursing tanks in there. Maternity pajama pants. High school class t-shirts. College t-shirts. I went through it and kept only the things that were actually pajamas. (Annnnnnd my high school intramural championship t-shirts because I am not completely dead inside.)
- Brandon hadn’t gone through his closet in years. He had a lot of years-old clothes stuffed in drawers or piled up on shelves. He tried everything on too and the donate pile grew to a small mountain. A lot of his stuff had shrunk over years of wash/dry cycles or just didn’t fit him anymore. His closet looks sparse now—especially after I got him new hangers—but at least he doesn’t have to try on 3 shirts before he finds one where the sleeves aren’t two inches above his wrists. In the end, his small mountain of clothes filled five bags!
- Speaking of hangers—I had replaced my mismatched ones with the Joy Mangano hangers months ago and bought some for Brandon this weekend too. They are amazing. Clothes stay put (no tank tops or dresses falling onto the floor) and they save a lot of space. They worked great for the super-heavy sweaters and coats that Brandon has.
- When I look at my closet now, there is an obvious pattern—I own a lot of denim, tees and leggings—but those are the things I wear all the time. I don’t work in an office, so I sit at my desk at home in tees and leggings. I dress up (marginally) when I leave the house or take Iz somewhere. What I own now is probably not as fun as what I’ve donated over the past two years, but it’s functional, versatile and it fits.