Not to long ago I spent the better part of a Sunday afternoon ago cleaning out my closet. It was not even my closet I was going to focus on. That project would have to wait at least for a rainy day. Today it would be the handbags I have in them. I have so many they actually should be housed in their very own space not crammed and tucked into wherever I can find room. And that was indeed the inspiration for this cleaning: Making room. If only I could clear out, give some away,even have a small sale for friends I'd have room to see the stuff in this closet and really use them I thought.
So with a sincere endeavor I pulled bags out of dark corners and dug for those on the highest shelves. Dusted off those I hadn't seen in forever and took inventory of it all. What did I want? What could I really use? What I could absolutely not live without? I used these questions to guide me.
Unfortunately not much progress was made. For every bag there was a story or a potential one yet to happen . On they went in my head. I remember this cute one. Or this would come in handy rushing to yoga on a rainy day (already an oxymoron if ever there was one) or the great bait: This would look divine in the spring, winter summer or....
A friend of mine had a similar experience recently. Between sips of wine we laughed at her retelling of her attempt at closet cleaning. Classic stories about reasons for her inability to part with her possessions. Many mini movies in their own right. Funny enough I remember thinking is she kidding. I would be so much more ruthless if that were me.
Well, it is me. And my stories are sisters to hers. And I too talked myself out of so little change. I must be a Taurus. I am. But she isn't. Likely excuse. It's not change that we girls don't like I got to thinking. It's the idea that we love our stuff. And the possibility that one day I can look fabulous running in the rain to my yoga class is happiness to me.
Always be ready. I'll blame it on the girl scouts. Although that doesn't much help my closet and making space. That being said , I've found quite a few things I love and started using again. Thrilled to do so. Cleaning out does that. Accountability is what I call it. And it does put the kibosh on shopping awhile. But not for long.
So I'll think of something when the time comes again. Mini storage perhaps? Oh that'll help. Same time next year.