Not even kidding.
I sent four more filled with clothes to Goodwill.
Over-crammed closets are truly the least of the problems inside our 1970's townhouse (think blue bath tub...) but it was something I could tackle in about 36 hours.
If I wasn't worried it'd bring shame to my mother, I would've just called Hoarders to come remedy all the non-essential clothes and other sundries causing chaos to our days. So, this weekend, Dan + I forced ourselves to clean out some closets, clearing space for the clean laundry that has been on the couch for
Dan: But this is a nice sweater.
Me: It is...if you have plans to go back in time to be in a Christmas card photo with Bill Cosby.
SAVED - but only for an ugly sweater party.
Me: When I wore this suit to work I felt like Elle Woods.
Dan: No woman your age should dress head to toe in that color.
Dan: What's so wrong with tear-away pants?
Me: Nothing.....if you're Nathan Scott.
Dan: What the hell?
Me: An eyelet blazer seemed like a good idea at the time
Me: Do those sweats have elastic on the bottom?
Dan: Yep. Think Cassie's dad would want them?
Two closets down, one basement and an office closet full of board games to go......