I mentioned needing a Closet Cure. Because of the state of the storage room, this is going to be a full-winter project, I think.
The entryway closet is in good shape.
For those of you who were with me through various iterations of Wardrobe Therapy, when I usually had 3 pairs of pants and a few tops to my name, the next picture will likely shock you.
My bedroom closet is organized, but rather full.
I assure you that those are all clothes that I, SCB, own. They currently fit. They are in use. They are not theatrical props. There is also a small suitcase filled with winter tops, and various other winter clothes in a dresser drawer. Clothes that are the next size down from my current size fill another dresser drawer.
For those wardrobe-etiquette mavens among you, I assure you that as soon as possible, the white pants will be moved to another closet. I intend to make the Writing Room closet the repository for off-season clothes. That hinges on readying the Writing Room closet to receive them.
It's not quite ready for prime time. The laundry hamper/baskets currently live here (this is not where they will reside permanently), as does Mum's walker. The way the walker is tucked in precludes closing one side of the folding door. This closet needs decluttering.
However, that hinges on the BIG PROJECT OF THE WINTER. Finishing the sorting, shredding, organizing of the Storage Room. Eventually, the laundry baskets will live on top of the dresser that's in the storage room. A great deal must be done before that's even remotely possible.
I believe the phrase that's appropriate here is "I have my work cut out for me." It will have to happen baby step by baby step, however. My main work, my writing, has to take priority. But it will get done. I'm determined about that.
Stay tuned.
...aha! I know what it needs! A Closet Cure.
Most of the apartment got cured in the Spring (although at the moment it needs a bit of tidying). The closets look the way my bedroom closet used to look when I was a child and Mum told me to clean my room.
Yep. Stuff piled in every which way.
The entryway closet is fine. Haven't worn coats/jackets much since the Spring Cure, so everything is tidy and intact.
The bedroom closet's not bad. However, very few of the clothes that I've accumulated are actually hanging up in there, because they're in...
The writing room closet. It is currently the repository for laundry that needs to be done, Mum's walker (that makes it impossible to close the door), bits and pieces that don't have a home. The laundry baskets eventually need to move into...
The storage closet, which is the bete noir of the whole shebang. You may recall that toward the end of my Spring Cure, things started to be piled willy-nilly into the storage room so that the writing room could be made livable and workable. The time has come to deal with that.
First step must be a laundry marathon. You are going to be amazed at how many items of clothing I own. Totally amazed.
You will have to content yourself with using your imagination for the before-laundry-marathon picture. My frame of mind does not lead to a wish for self-humiliation at the moment.
Stay tuned for a crowded closet picture coming up once the laundry is done. (Note: This could take a while. I'm also participating in a platform-building campaign on my writing blog, sending a picture-book manuscript to a freelance editor for a manuscript evaluation, and re-starting a middle grade novel manuscript, so I'll be fitting the Closet Cure in amidst all that. Writing takes priority over all else.)
